’ ‘Eh bien, you are not a saint,’ Melusine snapped. Yield up the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. Not fit to be dust on your boots. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe.
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