" Sir Rowland's brow darkened. “But you must forgive me, John. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. ’ ‘Oh, peste,’ exclaimed Melusine crossly. “Let’s go. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too.
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