Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to college, have babies with John, watch her children have children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. ‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald. I cannot turn into a bat.
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