The woollen-draper looked at his watch. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. That’s as far as we go. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. For Melusine was on him again, the point of her sword lunging so that he backed up onto the dais. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. “And then they are swollen up and inflamed and drunken with matter. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. It was wonderful.
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