And not on Melusine’s account, but to see Prudence, who had no use for a cavalier. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. “Why not?” Lady Lescelles answered. ” His lips tightened, and he frowned with solemn resolution.
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