‘You the fellow Gerald spoke to?’ Kimble flushed beetroot, and Melusine had a flash of insight. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. “How are you, Lucy?” Martin ran to catch her in the crowded hall.
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