’ She shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. ’ ‘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. The supreme effect for Ann Veronica was its surpassing relevance; it made every other atmosphere she knew seem discursive and confused.
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