144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. ’ ‘You mean imbecile, don’t you?’ Gerald said, and turned his head to share the joke with Melusine. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. He was inclined to be a good-natured person, and he had no nervous fears of receiving a snub.
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