“Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. ” Michelle spat. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. She was sitting on the mean straw mattress that was placed on the iron bedstead in the makeshift cell, while Melusine stood with her back to the door, confronting her old nurse with the truth.
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