Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. He was twenty-nine at the time, practically an old man. "I am not, by Heaven!" replied Sheppard, firmly. ‘And me—’ ‘You, mademoiselle, are more trouble than you’re worth, and I’ll thank you to —’ ‘Hilary, don’t,’ said Lucy, and Melusine’s rising temper cooled a little. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more.
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