A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. Melusine came back to the present to discover that tears were rolling down her cheeks. "You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all. They don’t know who did it, actually.
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