It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. She pointed hither and yon, smiled and shook her head. She pushed. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. This is not what I want. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. Sebastian, too, seemed to be immune, even though cats, dogs, and beasts of the suffered just as the humans did: blackening and dying, their eyes rolling, their bodies covered with bald buboes. Melusine stepped back a pace, her gaze fixed on the vision before her.
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