Thanksgiving Day morning, Shari woke Lucy a half an hour before the sounding of the alarm. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much. CHAPTER VIII. ’ Melusine began to sag, and felt his strong arms catch her up and lift her bodily into a comforting embrace. “How are you feeling?” She asked with grave concern in her voice. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. ” “I shall always be grateful to you,” he declared.
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