Haven’t I ever told you about them?” Michelle asked. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. Looking for something, or someone, probably. He jumped out of his own side once again and ran around the car to open hers in another theatrical display of chivalry. Melusine stepped back a pace, her gaze fixed on the vision before her. “I am much obliged to you,” he said. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. The world isn't real yet; she hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts.
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