Melusine’s heart jumped and she felt heat rising into her cheeks. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Make no promises on a night where I have burdened you with such awful knowledge. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness.
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