’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. Melusine fetched her stool and plonked it down next to her great-aunt’s chair. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. ’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. She tried to think what she should do in this eventuality or that.
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