” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. . At the back of her mind, Melusine noted an odd look in the boy’s face, but there was no time to explore it. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. I expect company. She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery Lane. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast.
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