’ ‘Melusine,’ repeated the old lady. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. The picture of her flashed across the doctor's vision magically. ’ ‘Yes, that rather leapt to the eye,’ Gerald said, and the faint smile sent a lick of warmth down inside her. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head.
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