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Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. ’ ‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. Enchanted. You are—horrible. Then he had gone away. They thought that she was her own mother. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat.
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