A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. Gerald did not know who she was, but he knew who she was not. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. Melusine started back, blinking. She was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot.
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