But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light. "Come along, Blueskin. ’ ‘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. What was his problem, she thought to herself. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke.
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