’ There was a pause. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. She shook them off of one foot. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily. ’ Melusine glared. ’ ‘And if she can’t?’ asked Lucy. ” “I had some unexpected business,” Courtlaw answered shortly.
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