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She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. It was the grand nursery of vice. It was clear by the look on her face that she decided to leave the house immediately. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. But in between these wider phases of comparative confidence were gaps of disconcerting doubt, when the universe was presented as making sinister and threatening faces at her, defying her to defy, preparing a humiliating and shameful overthrow. But I may yet live to thwart them. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. ’ Melusine’s instant annoyance must have shown in her face. ‘And we shall see which of us is more quick.
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