"There he
is!"
"I fear not," said her father, with a doubtful shake of the head. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which
she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men
working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in
what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. That was the true miracle of the
gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they
would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their
temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. . Melusine, used to the stark surroundings of the convent at Blaye, had
no complaint to make. It’s to do with
adolescence.
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