“Are you with us?” said the tired woman. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. She’s as stubborn as the proverbial mule, and—’ with a sigh that felt wrenched out of him ‘—utterly captivating. Most of it had been incomprehensible to her, or comprehensible in a way that checked further curiosity, but the figure of Vivien, hard, capable, successful, and bullying, and ordering about a veritable Teddy in the person of Frank Gardner, appealed to her. Then she stood up and looked around the room. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby. ’ ‘He does not call himself my father, for he calls himself nothing at all,’ Melusine told him, her tone violent with fury. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. Lucy entered the room.
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