She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. He had to know the truth, Melusine. He's the only native I trust in these parts. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother.
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