At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. She felt the softest touch caress her cheek, and a wave of tenderness engulfed Melusine. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. His physical body was predictably paralyzed with shyness and fear of rejection, barely soothed with a series 51 of blatantly direct requests and compliments. Her name was Rhea. Something about the girl had suggested an idea. “Don’t!” she begged. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. Tender with the sick, firm with the strong, fearless, with a body that had the resistance of iron, there was nothing of the hypocrite in him.
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