She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. The rest was easy. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that doubt; something in his manner had belied his words. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of love. Alone; not even the dog to warn her, and Hoddy deep in the island somewhere. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases.
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