272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. “No!” “Don’t try and stop me. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. I won’t even ask. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Melusine felt the calloused hand grasp around hers. She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man. Thames Darrell III.
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