" "Mr. She had other boyfriends and hung out at Foster’s only bar most of the time. ‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. ‘Why don’t you?’ Melusine frowned at him, grasping the dagger more firmly. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws.
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