‘Now then, my girl, why the long face?’ Melusine had no hesitation in placing her trouble before her old nurse, for it was Martha who had made her aware of her true history. I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. "Clean and spotless, but beginning to show the wear and tear of constant use. ’ ‘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. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace.
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