’ ‘Hélas, poor you,’ Melusine rejoined sarcastically. ’ ‘Yes, a pretty theory, Lucy,’ Gerald said evenly, ‘but for one thing. The door leading to the front of the house was stealthily opening. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. But he held the smile until she turned away from the curtain. She resumed her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again. I could not keep away any longer.
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