’ Melusine hesitated. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. ‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald. She had just this moment past told him that Monsieur Valade came to her after the tragedy, to the convent, from where he married her and brought her to England. He would be so disappointed. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air.
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