‘What can I do, miss?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ cried Melusine. So it would always be between herself and Manning. The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. The baby crawled towards them, seeking their blood.
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