Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. “One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. Shari squealed, clutching her towel around her. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. Even now she was dazed.
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