‘I have said it is not stolen,’ snapped Melusine indignantly. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction. "Be ruled by me," returned Thames. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. ‘You do not want to be a nun,’ he said now, and Melusine noted with a prick at her senses the irritation in his tone.
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