” She closed her mouth. "I have nothing. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. So the charge was dismissed. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. ’ Melusine giggled.
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