\" It was a lie: Lucy ate one forced meal a day, supper. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. This year—I’ve got it badly. He remained talking with her however. ‘A thing Marthe told me of,’ Melusine answered, her attention on the garments that were still lying higgledy-piggledy, just as she had left them.
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