But there was a face pressed to the glass. There was no answer, just grunting, so she repeated the question in Latin, then in Greek, to which Rhea responded. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. So, you see—’ ‘Do not say any more,’ Melusine uttered, flinging away and moving to the fireplace.
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