’ ‘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 could not say who, not yet. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. There was absolute quiet.
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