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His name was Sebastianus. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. ‘Melusine!’ Distracted, Gosse blinked and his eyes flicked away from Melusine’s just as she flung the fullness of her gathered petticoats in the way of his blade. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. He placed his chin upon the top of her head. ‘You could have fetched me home. There is no poison that would affect her. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear.
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