’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. ” Michelle sighed. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. I knew where I would go next: Florence.
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