She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her. “I must explain to her. ‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. Nice lady. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations.
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