His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. The air was pungent and leaden. He kissed her neck, moving down to her breasts, trying to consume her with passion. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. "Seize this oar," vociferated the waterman.
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