’ ‘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. But, no. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. Gerald crossed back to the window. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards. 238 < 30 > IN BED John drove her home after school nearly every day. While he was thus occupied, he felt a rough grasp upon his arm, and presently afterwards Ben's lips approached close to his ear.
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