The stench was
cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. Canton at night is as much China as the
border town of Lan-Chow-fu. It could only mean one thing—that her
foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer!
When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the
morning. . Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring;
she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of
an eye, an utter stranger. ’
‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly
between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. Lucy's ears were singing. Then he lifted the black cloak-like
garment from the floor. . All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen
countenance looked gloomier than usual. ’
Melusine knew it to be true.
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