She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. ‘But a spy I am not. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. Even Shari’s graduation party was put off until later in the summer when they could afford it. His lawful wife; but nothing more; beyond that she was only an idea, a trust. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. ’ Melusine’s eyes flashed.
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