Jonathan looked in that direction, and beheld the fugitives riding off in triumph. “I am a fool,” he said. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. ‘But she will not shoot you,’ Melusine told him flatly.
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