For the first time, Melusine heartily regretted her rejection of the major’s
services. ”
“You do not flatter me,” she laughed. “You’re a biologist, aren’t
you?”
He began to talk of his own impressions of biology as a commonplace
magazine reader who had to get what he could from the monthly reviews, and
was glad to meet with any information from nearer the fountainhead. Miss Moffatt, the history and moral instruction
mistress, was particularly explicit upon this score, and they all agreed in
indicating contempt and pity for girls whose minds ran on such matters, and who
betrayed it in their conversation or dress or bearing. I don’t care WHAT happens. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her
their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their
psychic leftovers. ’
The girl nodded understandingly.
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