’ ‘Hang it, Melusine!’ Losing patience, Gerald seized her by the arms. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. How did you get into this house?’ He shrugged. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle.
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