"I'll not believe it. “No!” Michelle said too eagerly. I'm burning up. So, instead, they talked of dancing and what it might mean in a human life. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together.
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