‘I borrow the expression from Melusine. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face
110
wide and square. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Something is feeding upon them. Melusine felt the
calloused hand grasp around hers. “My dear, can you
see in this light? I think I would like to get in. There was only one sound—the
fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!"
Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved. She felt her chest trying to
float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason
why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked
her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged,
into the hands of God. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her
eyelashes to flutter down.
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