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Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. “Broddick is a heavy man,” he was saying, “and the main interest of the play was the embezzlement. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. She saw nothing of their love-making, and came home from her boarding-school in a state of decently suppressed curiosity for Alice’s wedding. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. Whenever they stepped from the chairs, he stepped down. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. Just beyond there would be her heart's desire.
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