She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. “Take off your tunic. But there is need for the proof that I am me, and that is what I look for. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. They found out Cris had some sort of criminal past, more child abuse stuff of course. There it is—against you. And so —’ ‘And so she was able to become my—’ Melusine did not say it, for wet-nurse no longer seemed appropriate. But at the same time, I must say plainly that I think your presence here just now would be a great misfortune.
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