She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. " "Hold!" interposed Winifred, gravely. A slow heavy thumping started up in Melusine’s chest, and she scarcely took in the astonished silence in those present in the room.
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