Line 80: My Bedroom (108-111)

Our Prince was fond of Fleur as of a sister but with no soft shadow of incest or secondary homosexual complications.

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She wore on the second day of their ridiculous cohabitation nothing except a kind of buttonless and sleeveless pajama top. The sight of her four bare limbs and three mousepits (Zemblan anatomy) irritated him, and while pacing about and pondering his coronation speech, he would toss towards her, without looking, her shorts or a terrycloth robe.

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And beyond the vestibule of his vigil (here he began falling asleep), in the dark cold gallery, lying all over the painted marble and piled three or four deep against the locked door, some dozing, some whimpering, were his new boy pages, a whole mountain of gift boys from Troth, and Tuscany, and Albanoland.

  1. What even is a mousepit?
  2. Quoting shade’s line 80: “Here was my bed, now reserved for guests”. Ambiguous?

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