The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. Melusine giggled, and tucked her hand into his. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. He was the social order; he was law and wisdom. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. I thought then perhaps you didn’t care, that you were like so many of them. ’ ‘Glad you’re so sanguine,’ interrupted Captain Roding.
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