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‘Why?’ ‘Why take me to France? Why trouble himself with me, when so easily he could leave me to this Monsieur Remenham to keep?’ To Melusine’s instant suspicion, Martha bit her lip, drew a breath, and avoided her charge’s gaze. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. ‘Of course I see that,’ she said impatiently.
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