She could not feel her own body. It was possible that his first impressions had not been correct. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. What the devil is her name, now we know she isn’t you?’ ‘Yolande,’ supplied Melusine. A disconcerting gray eye that had a mystifying depth. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery.
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