I want to talk to him and go about with him. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. ’ ‘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 flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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