She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. For that worthless father of yours—’ Melusine let go the hand only so that she might throw her own hands in the air. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank.
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