I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. ’ ‘Yes, that is reasonable,’ agreed Melusine, nodding.
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