She kept trying to shut her legs, to stop the baby from coming out. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk, unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. ‘Melusine!’ Distracted, Gosse blinked and his eyes flicked away from Melusine’s just as she flung the fullness of her gathered petticoats in the way of his blade. “Act three.
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