‘And so?’ she asked. I’m sorry. There were moments when Ann Veronica rather more than suspected the chief speakers to be, as school-boys say, showing off at her. Before her was a great Gothic portal. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it.
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