I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. ‘Very clever, Mademoiselle Melusine. The bus however was full.
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