’ ‘I will tell you how I make that out,’ Melusine said fiercely. ‘Oh, peste. I thank God for the beauty you love and the faults you love. You go cheer him up. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. It is positively hateful to think of it.
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