Then Capes shifted his eyes to her microscope and the little trays of unmounted sections beside it. Then she took her sister’s hand. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. That old chap has a remarkable range in reading. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life. ‘I told you I would find out all about you, Melusine.
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