‘Why?’ Melusine eyed him dubiously. His skill has not been tried. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. ‘Fiddle, Gerald.
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