’ ‘Grateful? Certainly I am grateful,’ Melusine snapped, knowing full well she sounded anything but gratified. Wood became sensible that he was not alone. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside.
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