Surely he was imagining this picture. ‘You the fellow Gerald spoke to?’ Kimble flushed beetroot, and Melusine had a flash of insight. ’ ‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. Now then, missie—’ ‘Bon,’ said Melusine, interrupting him without ceremony, and paying no attention to the muskets that were pointing at her from two directions. I will dedicate my books to you.
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