He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. “Just at present my mind simply won’t take hold of this at all. ‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go and fetch the troops. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. I want to be a person by myself, and to pull my own strings. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight. As she talked she made weak little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. ‘And that Suzanne, the sister of my cousin the vicomte, must choose between Monsieur Charvill and her brother. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. It never is.
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