“May I hear?” “It really isn’t much to tell,” Drummond answered. Even Ah Cum had resumed his Oriental shell of reserve. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. He resumed his listening.
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