For a few
days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background. “We can,” he said, “and we will. She sat, crouched together, by
the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and
looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. ‘It must have been so, Melusine, or I
wouldn’t have kissed you. Why? Because Howard Spurlock
the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because
there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. Give me that
precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood. For some
seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and
neither spoke. I deserve pretty much what I’ve
got. He
reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor,
where he lay very still.
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