Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ’ Without stopping for a response, Gerald pushed past him and entered the convent just in time to hear Melusine protesting. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. But I will not be engaged as ‘Alcide’ or advertised under that name.
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