She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. ‘Couldn’t reconcile it with my dooty to leave you here—’ A thought made Melusine stop dead, turning to him. No man knew whence she had come nor why.
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