’ ‘It’s already known,’ said Mrs Sindlesham, ‘judging by the number of callers we have had these two days. . It may be instinctive; it may be that children vaguely realize that at the end of all wedding journeys is disillusion. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. I suppose that’s the gist of the whole thing. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife.
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