Jonathan stepped behind a curtain. You have been burning paper, I see. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. ‘Here were you patiently waiting, without uttering one word of complaint the entire time, which of course you never do, being yourself a female altogether of a disposition extremely sweet and charming without the least vestige of a temper—’ ‘Gérard,’ Melusine uttered on a warning note, desperately trying to control the quiver at her lip. There was a hint of tears in her voice.
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