Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. ‘No one is here, Melusine, except you and I. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. I fought. Was she a fool to wish a person of a disposition altogether not pleasing to marry her? Was it not true that he made a game with her very often? Had he not been extremely interfering from the beginning? And had he not kissed her, just when— Her thoughts skidded to a stop. ’ Melusine frowned, placing her hand on the letter lying on the table. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. org/fundraising. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it.
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