“No, I’m fine. Annabel was born
soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. But those days are over—quite over. She came to spend hours with the bastard
children that the women brought, dressing and feeding
the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. She dressed quickly,
pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. They had cried a little, both. October
arrived; and in another week the court would be sitting at the Old Bailey. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to
brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. . "
"No. It might have been the moon, or the
phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal
loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the
mouth. Why open my mouth if there might not be a need for it when
all’s said?’
Melusine acknowledged the logic of this.
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