When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and Alice had cried. ‘Tee-ree-sa. And if you’ve any notion—’ ‘Yes, it is upstairs,’ Melusine agreed, crossing to the library door. ‘Murder is serious business, Gianfrancesco. He's worth a dozen of you. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. “Why should it matter?” he said. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about.
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