‘A thing Marthe told me of,’ Melusine answered, her attention on the garments that were still lying higgledy-piggledy, just as she had left them. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all.
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