She examined Michelle’s pale face. Nobody who cared. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. “I have been very selfish,” she declared. I worshipped her and subdued myself. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. The chapel was situated in the old ballroom, and from there, down a few stairs, the vestry had taken the place of the pantry next to the kitchens. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. \"I'd like some popcorn.
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