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Chapter Nine
As she devoured the simple meal of bread and cheese, and several slices of cold
roast beef, the whole washed down with a poor sort of coffee, Melusine listened
with avid interest to the details of her mother’s life as revealed by the
exclamatory conversation of Joan Ibstock. "
"The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow
or the black. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on
me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and
drinking my liquor into the bargain. But I can't submit to hear the wellearned reputation of my friend termed an 'infamous notoriety. I must go to work again. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. Then most horribly she was clasped about the waist from behind and lifted
from the ground. Sebastian knew a dozen languages and could speak them
fluently, plus he had an aptitude for numbers that
Gianfrancesco did not. Generations had been
born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. The major’s hand stilled. Thrilling, she began to dance, swirled, glided, and dipped. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself.
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