For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. The gong will go at seven-thirty. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. The vestry was perhaps the only room in the place, except her allotted curtained off portion of the dormitory chamber that served for her cell—and she could not scandalise the nuns by having a man in there, be he never so much a servant—where Melusine could be sure of privacy. He was caked with dried muck.
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