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My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. There indeed you see Monte Rosa. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. ’ ‘Adventure!’ But this sally was not attended to, Lucilla turning at once to Melusine.
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