The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. With the immediate necessities in train, Melusine fell to brooding on her situation, which she found insupportable. Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was all the same really. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. She cried out in pain, then in pleasure as he thrust himself into her.
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