’ Melusine might have responded that she had not asked him, but she was too intent on her mission. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. ’ Melusine shrugged. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way.
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