Then he turned with a fierce movement to take her into his arms. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. The vestry was perhaps the only room in the place, except her allotted curtained off portion of the dormitory chamber that served for her cell—and she could not scandalise the nuns by having a man in there, be he never so much a servant—where Melusine could be sure of privacy. ’ ‘I could have done so at the first and saved you the pain,’ she told him merrily. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you.
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