There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life. “I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. He was not there. And I wish you all the happiness in the world. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. ’ Gerald did not speak, but there was a look in his face that made Melusine glad she had at last had the courage to confide in him.
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