‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. ‘Couldn’t reconcile it with my dooty to leave you here—’ A thought made Melusine stop dead, turning to him. He's down in Patagonia somewhere.
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