Her pa was only the smithy. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Then she reverted to the trousers. ” He said happily. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. “I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window. Jeez! It was about time. . ’ ‘Grateful? Certainly I am grateful,’ Melusine snapped, knowing full well she sounded anything but gratified. Let him be sure. His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre.
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