‘Cover her, men. Melusine’s heart jumped and she felt heat rising into her cheeks. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. He was caressing an idea. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not.
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