’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. “Those young men startled me at first, because they knew my name. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. Ennison paused by the little gate. ’ Melusine began to sag, and felt his strong arms catch her up and lift her bodily into a comforting embrace.
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