‘Gérard, you are a great fool. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. The bliss had lasted one hundred and forty years, far more than an entire mortal lifetime. ‘Couldn’t reconcile it with my dooty to leave you here—’ A thought made Melusine stop dead, turning to him.
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