His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. " She showed him the locket; and he studied the face. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. ‘The more I hear about this Leonardo,’ Lucy said severely, ‘the more I want to meet your Melusine. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges.
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