” His eyes were closed. ’ Melusine sobered, sitting down again. I did not even know where to write and thank you. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song.
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