“I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. ‘But then again, possibly not. Lucy did her best to avoid talking about it, but the subject was beguiling, as it almost always brought news about him from the grapevine within which Michelle was intravenously entwined. "Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head.
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