’ ‘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. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Chapter XXIX MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. I'm ready to bear it all. He let go of the girl’s arm. Fire; she was full of it. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. Love-making at first hand is dull enough.
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