After all—’ ‘Yes, but I do not wish to see him,’ Melusine protested. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. She always dawdled, so it was easy.
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