”
“It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself. But here’s what is different this time. But they were all pretty nearly of the
same length, and built somewhat after the model of a boat, having extremities as
sharp and pointed as the keel of a canoe. Her
evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. Melusine ripped at
the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive
red stain on his shirt. “It’s a nice holiday. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. It’s a thing
I’ve unaccountably overlooked. Water poured into her eyes,
nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn
and wheeze.
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