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He was caked with dried muck. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. Glorious! The Pastoral. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. ’ ‘How did you come by it? You didn’t steal it, did you?’ ‘Certainly I did not steal it,’ said Melusine indignantly. I spend many delightful hours thinking of the pleasant and beautiful things of life. “I can’t keep away from you. ’ ‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this.
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