They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other. She came quickly into the little parlour, which now seemed inordinately crowded, and coming up to Melusine, seized her hands in a warm clasp. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. There is no further hope. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’ ‘Certainly I was following.
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