’ The reference to Major Alderley’s wounds reminded Melusine all at once of the fight they’d had, and its consequence. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor.
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