For
she needed him. Would to God I had. . ’
Melusine drowned in his kiss. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when
her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold
of her generalizations. It is no crime, none at all. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you
know his way—when it came. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three
days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both
his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who
was always less active on days when he was not around. Such pretty
manners, she thought. Sated, he rolled off her body and retired to his
quarters. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging.
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