Melusine was loath to admit how much more lonely since Gerald chose not to visit her. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask. “I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee, but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere. I love some one else. “Some afternoon. I wish some one would kill Ramage by accident!. ” “You! Why, you have been an angel to her,” he exclaimed impatiently. Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She gripped his buttocks as she climaxed.
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