I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. “Heavens, look at the time!” she exclaimed. Her sister’s words were true. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. I WAS talking to him before I saw his name on the card beside the row of microscopes. She always dawdled, so it was easy. Next instant, Melusine’s blade sank into Gosse’s flesh.
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