’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. The door popped open with a sigh. Besides these, there was a sturdylooking fellow, whom he instantly recognised as the honest blacksmith who had freed him from his irons at Tottenham. ‘Knowed it the instant I set eyes on her. ‘I doubt it. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable.
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