It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. Melusine’s eyes shifted. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. Rituals instead of medicines.
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