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As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed
down hard. Read that letter,
Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. She
rolled to one side. Michelle looked at her pathetically. The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not
quite so sure. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?"
He had answered: "I am. . You’re never going to believe this, by the
way. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending
loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Melusine feigned a displeased frown.
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