He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. ’ ‘He does not call himself my father, for he calls himself nothing at all,’ Melusine told him, her tone violent with fury. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity.
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