She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. She took the piece of paper and unfolded it in the safety of her lap. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. ’ ‘You mean monsieur le baron, the General Charvill, my grandfather?’ Melusine laid aside on the table the letter she had been studying and turned so that the frame of her nun’s wimple no longer obscured her view. It has something to do with the fact that my Mom had them when she was only seventeen.
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