His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. Then the storm broke. Melusine sighed with relief at being alone at last and free to resume her search among the portraits. “But if you knew anything of that—” “I did. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips.
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