“You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. ’ ‘What, even less delightful than Gerald?’ enquired Lucilla, her eyes dancing. He was all alone, like herself. Emile Gosse must know his only chance was to be rid of Melusine. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more.
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