He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room. As in a dream, Melusine saw her faithful footman struck, his headlong progress checked. John picked it up and put it in her hands. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. That would be him. To think of him as loving her would make all that different. “I’ve fallen in love. She wanted him, she needed sex, but the two ideas had not formed an equation where a concrete result could be deduced. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. To have spoken lightly on such a subject a few hours ago would have seemed incredible. "Not my king's," returned Wood. He is coming here to tea.
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