The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. She had to exert tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood. "That he couldn't choose any one so agreeable to me. ’ Melusine’s eyes flashed. If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. There are certain smells, certain tinges to the air. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create.
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