“No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start
chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something. "Devil!" cried the widow, catching his arm, and gazing with frantic eagerness in
his face, "how many years will you give my son before you execute your terrible
threat?"
"NINE!" answered Jonathan sternly. But Melusine had overcome the weakness, calling the loss
but a temporary setback. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock,
under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished
intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally
developed. She looked down
at him and was amazed to see him erect again, amazed at
the incredible virility that he possessed. ‘Idiot!’
‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to
hold her off. Almost light-heartedly.
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