” His eyes were squeezed shut. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. Well, let him be honest. ‘Couldn’t reconcile it with my dooty to leave you here—’ A thought made Melusine stop dead, turning to him. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. But though she lied about pretty much everything else, she didn’t lie about that. “I see the difficulty. He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is.
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