She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. She went across to the little window again, her back to Melusine. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about. "You know what I mean," said the trader, gravely. Tomorrow you will feel like a freed woman.
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