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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. “I am one who controls most of the Church, dear. “You see,” said Ann Veronica, staring before her at the window-sash, “that’s
the form my question takes at the present time. ‘Do you mean to tell me,’ enquired the captain at length, ‘that you have had
the infernal audacity, the—the gall, the—the— Gad, it’s an outrage! You’ve
stolen a horse from a priest?’
‘I did not steal it,’ protested Melusine hotly. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that
no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she
continued, opening the door before he could reach her side.
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