’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. ‘Sindlesham? But Gerald has gone out of town to visit that very person.
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