’ Melusine jumped up, full of new hope, all the earlier clouds vanishing from her horizon. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. They decided quite audibly, “She’s an Old Dear, anyhow. In this state of knowledge you will be horribly, irrevocably, alone.
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