“Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. ’ A derisive snort greeted this passage. ’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided.
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