Swiftly he looked back to Melusine and found she had whisked to the window, dragging a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve and hastily blowing her nose. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. Burn your palette and your easel. ’ The idiocy of it all irritated Melusine. “I believe so.
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