But after all, what did it matter
whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and
one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. ’
‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her
manner. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers
paused. And at length her penultimate day in Morningside Park dawned for her. Lucia had never been so happy, so content. “I may as well come up by this
train. A hollow feeling opened up inside her, and she felt her
heartbeat quicken. How did you meet him?’
‘He was wounded and came to the convent for sanctuary,’ Melusine told him,
stung by his criticism into revealing more than she had intended.
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