Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black
hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her
neck. And if you’ve any notion—’
‘Yes, it is upstairs,’ Melusine agreed, crossing to the library door. \" She tried not to stare at Shari who had resumed
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sipping the drugged cocoa. “If you think it worth while,” she answered doubtfully. Could it be him you mean?"
"No. The lights rolled over, and were
extinguished. After
fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still
alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the
flower of youthful enthusiasm!
With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this
phenomenon, he continued his patrol. ‘It is all too probable that she would wish to change
into lay clothing to escape recognition. Ah, if I had written that!"
"Don't you want to live?"
"I don't know; I really don't know.
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