The terror faded from her eyes. Until this instant, he discovered, he had thought of Melusine’s plan only in a nebulous fashion, a naïve girl’s dream. But Jonathan, fixing a terrible look upon him, cried. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud.
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