’ ‘What young lady?’ demanded a voice from the back of the hall. . ’ About to hurry from the little parlour, Melusine remembered Mrs Ibstock. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction, haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed to silk. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. The fire still burned brightly. Ann Veronica tried to keep hold of a complicated situation and not lose her head.
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