She found she could do her microscope work all the better for being in love. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. The major’s hand stilled. Melusine cursed herself for his injury.
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