Something softened in Melusine’s chest. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. There was no longer any risk in association with her.
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