“Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. The
contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it. ’
‘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. A sob was strangled in her throat. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost
as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no
discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. Sheppard, averting her face to hide her tears. He
beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra
room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. You see I am rather obstinate.
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