’ ‘How can you say so?’ protested Melusine. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. And the woollen-draper departed. A true nun. “I don’t know where to go to. Go, and let him in. He glanced at his watch. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. ’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life.
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