Nor as I’ve to put up with a French spy in
my parlour—’
‘Peste, how you talk,’ interrupted Melusine impatiently, barely taking in his
complaints. He sat alone in his brother’s old car
night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red
sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had
once shown him her secrets. But she does not resemble you in
any other way. She counted three on the way to the train and four
more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken
him to bed with not so much as a word. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. From time to time the man
below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a
harpist, only to recover them instantly. In fact, the whole face had
undergone a transformation. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every
glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it.
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