She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. Too late. And then: “Of course! Always. ’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. I bring you tidings of an old friend. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn.
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