He embraced her like her father once had. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. His lips parted in a rare smile. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. Melusine shrieked an imprecation, and ran the length of the aisle, searching for the weapon she had thrown. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Paul's are his work.
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