She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. One day it was gone. She had no intention of fighting fair. " She smiled, and returned to the spinsters. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. No surprise, for Melusine was aware no Frenchman in his situation would dream of walking abroad unarmed. A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the moment awakened the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollow reverberations. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil.
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