Melusine started back, blinking. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. Lucy stared like an automaton at Michelle’s unconscious 262 body, revolted at her own actions to the point of shock. He was not a sailor. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love.
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