”
“And no one else—has a key?”
“I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man
had found his quarry. ‘Now then,
missie, where do you think you’re going?’
‘I must see Jacques only for one little minute,’ Melusine told him prettily,
fluttering her lashes. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first
painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh
birthday. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new
foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the
figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that
had not been waxed properly. “I will tell you something if you like. “You look more like your old self when you smile,” he remarked.
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