’ ‘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. ‘So are you. There is a place—This isn’t the place. You’re dogmatic. As sure as you're sitting there, Mr. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. ’ Gerald frowned. She was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant.
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