Been making herself at home all right. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. The small bed’s hospital corners had been put into disarray by Michelle’s crying fit. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald.
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