’ ‘But if I am with you, as André Valade, as your husband, an émigré—’ ‘Pah!’ Melusine spat. ’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. I love you all the more for the streak of sheer devil in you.
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