The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. What does it matter? It is here, and it is here to stay. ’ ‘But why, Marthe,’ asked Melusine, as she walked into the house. Loved his memory still, for all he knew.
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