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He couldn't have taken Mr. ” “But your dinner!” she protested. She expanded that. ” Lucy put the back of her hand to Michelle’s forehead. “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. But of what use to wear it when there was no one of importance to see and admire? ‘For shame, Melusine,’ protested Lucy, as the butler bowed himself out of the room. She crept out of the shadows. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. Kevin Chen, Martin’s father, was equally stately, his dark brown eyes bright with the fire of extreme intelligence. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true.
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