Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. ’ Her flesh crept. ‘Parbleu, the bullet is still inside you,’ Melusine guessed, remembering how the Mother Abbess had diagnosed Leonardo’s suffering when he had first come to the convent. She wanted to live. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. She felt a semi-sharp object being gently impressed into her back. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an obsession.
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