A deadlock. She was making it up. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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