Shari entered the room in a damp towel, fresh from the shower. She wished she had not stood up. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Without the inclosure were reared several lofty gibbets, with their ghastly burthens. Kimble had bedded the animal down at the local inn. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances.
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