She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. There was a dreadful stifled groan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense for a moment. "Constance—or, rather, Mrs. Melusine—the real Melusine—evidently did not see him immediately, for her attention was on her descent from the high vehicle. She is, in her way, a dear.
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