He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. ’ About to hurry from the little parlour, Melusine remembered Mrs Ibstock. But let the horses be in readiness.
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