You have nothing more to fear from Wild. A traffic of copious barges slumbered
over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in
the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London
seagulls. Leaving the panel wide, Melusine dashed to the library door and flung
it open, racing into the hall. ‘To take a baby all the way to France without a wet-nurse. ‘Never fear, my love. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but
there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that
oar. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then
me. The chance it is
the same for both.
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