’ Melusine turned, an irrepressible giggle escaping her lips as she thought of the Mother Abbess in the convent at Blaye. “Put her in the trunk. A brief description will suffice for them. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground.
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