’ His head came thrusting out at Melusine like a belligerent tortoise from its shell. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. I love the soles of your feet. I know well that you are making a game with me. But—it’s one of the things I’ve just been thinking over.
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