“Where am I?” he muttered. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. And so —’ ‘And so she was able to become my—’ Melusine did not say it, for wet-nurse no longer seemed appropriate. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. She may address me as “Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. But she did not speak. “You may find in it a paragraph of some interest to you. I always fall on my feet, you know.
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