‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. That you are not Valade at all, and that I am Melusine Charvill, the granddaughter of monsieur le baron, the general. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before.
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