The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. “That’s what you’re going to wear. . ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. These dinners, from their lavish display of ambiguous hors d’oeuvre to their skimpy ices in dishes of frilled paper, with their Chianti flasks and Parmesan dishes and their polyglot waiters and polyglot clientele, were very funny and bright; and she really liked Ramage, and valued his help and advice.
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