’ ‘Because you are a pig!’ retorted Melusine hotly. You want to think for a time, to be free for a time. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. Never sent for the shirt. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers.
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