’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. It's almost incredible. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. Melusine gritted her teeth. ‘It does not matter, Jacques.
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