‘She would say, espéce de diable, this Melusine. ‘Do not tell me he has escaped. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. Mike was showing his territorial instincts, brought out by the fact that he was drunk.
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