She continued to fan herself. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. “What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. . Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. The room seemed a vacuum.
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