She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. Michelle was laid onto the back seat, her head cradled in Lucy’s lap. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. To perdition with them all. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness.
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