Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. Á bientot—Melusine. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that doubt; something in his manner had belied his words. His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. In others, she acts with the speed and surety of the loosed arrow. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. .
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