“Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica. ‘That is true,’ Melusine conceded. Then blackness. ‘What we have to find out is whether or not the wretched female is in fact Lord Charvill’s granddaughter. He was painfully in earnest, too. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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