’ ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ said the nun, evidently not mollified, but she was forestalled. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. ‘You have made a serious mistake, Melusine. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. The elements were wrathful as their passions. I get the worst headaches. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. His movements became quicker, and she made grinding motions with her hips that began to please her as well. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten.
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