’ ‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. How perfectly charming. ’ ‘The horse?’ echoed Melusine. She saw herself in very much Vivie’s position—managing something. “There’s no delusions, so far as I know,” said Ann Veronica. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. “But you’re wrong.
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