Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. “I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. Kneebone, he took his departure.
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