“Boys!” said Capes. “Don’t you know, child, that this is
torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?”
Her face had become almost like a marble image. "
"Didn't want any lectures spoiling a good time. ‘That’s wicked, that is. ‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t
I done right?’
Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. Turning off again
on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley,
into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard,
overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. She slipped on
white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles
exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. You know, Melusine. Unless they remind him now and then not to. During all their long comradeship he had
never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. Her mind turned and
accused itself of having been cold and hard. ‘Damnation! Too late.
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