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’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. You’re never going to believe this, by the way. Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts. But she doesn’t and won’t divorce me. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition.
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