’ So pat, thought Gerald. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. 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. ’ ‘But you do not make love,’ Melusine pointed out.
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