She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. He stopped before her suddenly. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. They will guess that I am English. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. ‘Pardon, mademoiselle, but perhaps your father went to England, after all, and —’ ‘My father went to Italy,’ interrupted Melusine, her heart tightening with the familiar sensation of loss. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit.
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