He pictured himself
visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it
was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would
surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the
lips. Melusine tilted her head to catch sight of her neck, and froze, staring at the
image. The tail-ender of this little
caravan, he had been rather out of it. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky,
the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. I secured the dog after he had wounded me. Besides the table close by loaded
with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a
multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing
cards.
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