‘Exactement. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. ’ ‘Was it yours?’ Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper. ’ ‘You mean I need not have said it? Damnation. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. He kissed her ardently. Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know. I worshipped her and subdued myself. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog.
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