She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. ‘Jacques, are you dead? Jacques, do you hear me?’ Melusine put her cheek to his lips, and felt the faint warmth of his breath. Never mind. The curtains which she had left drawn were open, and the electric lights were turned on.
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