‘How is your plan now, mon brave?’ Melusine taunted. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. He was unusually absurd and ready, and all the time it seemed to Ann Veronica as a delightful possibility, as a thing not indeed to be entertained seriously, but to be half furtively felt, that he was being so agreeable because she had come back again.
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