’
‘Gone off?’ repeated Melusine, her wrongs rising up to tear into her chest. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the
word; we’re litter. ’
‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand
and digging it into her sleeve. ”
“To bad rubbish. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded
electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white
furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of
daintily fashioned toilet appliances. After he had endured this torture
for an hour, at a sign from Wild another hundred weight was added. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore.
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