’ ‘Gad, but she’s a beauty,’ gasped Hilary, and slammed his sword back in its scabbard. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically.
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