She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. “Much as I hate rows, I’ve either got to make a stand or give in altogether. ‘What in God’s name is going on?’ Glancing swiftly towards the doorway, Gerald saw his friend’s disbelieving face and burst out, speaking over the top of Melusine as she made another grab for the little square of linen. His face was white. Besides, he might hear things.
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