’ Melusine shrugged. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. Before you know where you are you find yourself in a complication. . ’ ‘Oh, this is becoming nonsensical,’ exclaimed Lucilla.
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