“Uh, I think I might, Shari. . ’ Her gaze followed the butler, who was moving towards the door. It had ever been her policy, much to Melusine’s relief, for she was apt to complain that it only made her mad and there was nothing she could do about it. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance. Then he threw the letter at me.
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