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Gerald smiled. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. “Your mother was a Gypsy. D. Gerald closed the door and released Melusine, and then went to open the
shutters on a window that faced the side of the house. I want you to be my lover. All was
darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. If the boy was legging it alone…. Close upon this came another thought. ”
“I said I was all right. And if he
won’t—”
But she did not give even unspoken words to the alternative at that time. He removed his
cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing
himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed
on her face. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin
me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?”
He got up and began to pace the room.
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