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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. White rang the bell. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was
younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the
impression of its predecessor. ’
‘No, for that would have had to be in Melusine’s possession to start with. I came to beg you instead to do
me the honour of becoming my wife. I didn’t know. Andrew's
church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. "
"In whose favour is it made?" he inquired, sternly. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where
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it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but
mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long
white gown.
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