She felt her skills make a belated return. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. That would be an unkind twist of fate. If I am to have no other opportunity I will speak before them. Following him, and acting out of instinct rather than intent, Melusine took a firm grasp of the gilt frame with both hands, lifted it high in the air and, with a shrieking curse, brought it down hard. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. He was beautiful and perfect, his blue eyes smiling at her. As for the doctor, he found a pleasure in this service that would have puzzled him had he paused to analyse it.
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