"I cannot remain here long. You don’t have to have a lot of money to have your own style. ’ Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down. Her heart in her mouth, hoping against hope, Melusine made her way back to where she had left the boy. She even had books by H. ” She paused. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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