He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. ’ ‘Was it yours?’ Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper. I never want you to be ashamed of me. “Yes,” he said, “I shall come. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins.
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