’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. “You decline to help us in any way, then,” he said. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt.
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