He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. ‘Merci,’ Melusine said, and smiled. Wood, contemptuously. I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India.
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