Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. ’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters.
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