” “Lucy Albert, sir. ‘That is true,’ Melusine conceded. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward. ‘Well said, my dear.
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