Michelle looked at their reflections in the wall mirror. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. The flicker of an eyelash might
betray his presence. She
arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. Wood fared still worse. Each one had
been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive
freshness, a distinctive beauty. At the back of her mind, Melusine noted an odd look in the
boy’s face, but there was no time to explore it. Drink the toast, Jack. ’
Melusine frowned, placing her hand on the letter lying on the table. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the
houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a
gray blurry film noir gauze of rain.
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