Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. " "You don't have to. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast.
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