" "And with some justice," replied Thornhill, drily. His hug became an embrace. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me. That’s the wonder of it. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. He really deserves a better fate, does he not? He is so beautifully persistent. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. ‘I thank you. ’ ‘He does not call himself my father, for he calls himself nothing at all,’ Melusine told him, her tone violent with fury. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their necks.
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