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Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a
few feet away from him, guiltily. What a treat to see all the old tabbies taken at fault for
once!’
‘You are a dreadful child,’ scolded Mrs Sindlesham, with which Melusine
could not but agree, despite the dimple rioting in her great-aunt’s cheek. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them
with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the
first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and
weltering in his blood. But one must
disguise oneself. "
The spinsters stared at her blankly. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. But first, we’ve
got to secure the convent. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not
even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling.
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