In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. . I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. Melusine was unable to repulse him—even had she tried. Every moment or two he bent over his patient.
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