” She laughed. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. She never calls herself ‘Alcide. I have taken bullets and lived, and even a silver one wouldn’t do much. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. Why did I not realise it at once? It just shows how one should not judge by appearances. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day.
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