\" His tone was weak and
conciliatory. Almost worthy of your own fertile imagination. He had a
flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of
tanning. It was comforting to have her there,
snoring gently. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. ’
‘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. Some day I shall come back, and I will show you on
canvas the things which have come to me up here amongst the eternal silence.
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