Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. She decided that she would try to push whatever resolve he had in the car to see where it would lead. ‘You do not want to be a nun,’ he said now, and Melusine noted with a prick at her senses the irritation in his tone.
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