272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ’ And with that he went off to the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon hardly touched. What the devil is her name, now we know she isn’t you?’ ‘Yolande,’ supplied Melusine. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own," he added, mentally.
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