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And this great mellow place, this
London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome
and live in. “Pellissier,” she repeated thoughtfully. He was not able to recognize, as
the doctor did, that she was only a natural woman. That’s why I wanted your weapons. She
washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of
her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and
elastic firmness. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every
discussion, her contribution to the great question. “Just fine. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’
grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. ‘And me—’
‘You, mademoiselle, are more trouble than you’re worth, and I’ll thank you to
—’
‘Hilary, don’t,’ said Lucy, and Melusine’s rising temper cooled a little. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner
cupboard. ”
“I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of
indecorous humor. So am I.
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