’. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling to himself, and grinning from ear to ear. . He did not like it. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. Would I could purchase his apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. Melusine flung herself down the rest of the steps and through the doorway. “I wrote it for you.
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