She gathered up the chain, revealing a locket which had lain hidden in her bosom. ‘I did not think so. ‘But she will not shoot you,’ Melusine told him flatly. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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