“I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. ‘I escape from a fate entirely misérable, you understand. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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