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’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. She was clear there were no other minds like them in all the world. E. A little love from him would be enough. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy.
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