She went across to the little window again, her back to Melusine. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. They are used to me, they only cry because they have become so used to being here. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men. “Quite right,” she said.
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