‘It must have been so, Melusine, or I wouldn’t have kissed you. The door leaned inward. He may not know you’re in England, but if he has the smallest knowledge of your character, he must surely be expecting you. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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