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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. ’
‘That was hardly the impression I got,’ Gerald murmured, remembering
Melusine’s attitude to Leonardo. It proved to be a human head, though with scarcely a vestige of the features
remaining. This adventure of yours has gone on
altogether too long; it has become a serious distress to both your aunt and
myself. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked.
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