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. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action. “Dear John,” she whispered. Their flitting hands were always touching.
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