“You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. Ask your own conscience. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. ‘You know what I am about,’ exclaimed Melusine impatiently. As they 56 approached the manor, she was permitted to peep her head outside the chariot's front window. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ‘It is that he needed me for his lie, no?’ Melusine said, striving to control the quiver in her voice.
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