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“Absolutely platonically,” she said. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and
addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near
Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously,
exercised a powerful effect upon him. “Perhaps for me,” she added,
with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to
himself. She
swallowed hard. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like
platform. She had killed him. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish
carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings
of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys
bathing in a sunlit pool. ’
‘Eh?’
Almost Melusine betrayed herself at his startled look. She has been a dear.
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