‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. ‘You’ll come with us and get yourself safe back home to your convent, understand?’ ‘But wait,’ begged Melusine, hanging back. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit. But Gerald kept to a casual note. Chairs were overturned.
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