I said to myself, ‘this will come. ’ ‘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 even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. Manning relinquished his cup, and looked meaningly at Ann Veronica. I am very good at guessing names.
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