To his great joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. ’ ‘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. Chapter Eleven Melusine’s limbs nearly gave way beneath her. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. Ruth returned to the table. You will not find me unreasonable with you.
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