She kissed him with a closed mouth, not as recklessly as she was tempted to do. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. ’ ‘Oh, peste,’ exclaimed Melusine crossly.
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