“Come, we must go home and have some
luncheon. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful
statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been
enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. There were neither texts nor
rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel
engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable
way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably,
appealing. “It’s okay, Michelle. Manning. He is in the secret passage. "
Darrell's attention was drawn to the latter part of this speech by a slight pressure
on his foot. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you.
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