She would have to leave
very soon. ’
‘Why should I?’
‘Because I can’t live without you!’
‘That is your own affair, and—’
Melusine broke off, staring at him, shocked realisation kicking in her gut. She would be
enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional
ruffles. She spoke with a certain odd
deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man
who sat listening. The other was to go into business—into a
photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. Conscientious objectors to that process are not permitted,
she found, in Canongate. Throwing down the
pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all
like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when
Thames darted into the room. This—’ waving
an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house.
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