“Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them.
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