‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. Michelle helped her mother clear the table and Lucy thanked her for the meal. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. Not I.
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