I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart. You will survive, mark my words. ‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. Let—it—fall. “Cheveney!” she repeated. “Damn”.
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