167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. “I am going to break a covenant,” he cried. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other. ‘I trust you are cursing Valade, and not Melusine. “I’m not going to college, John. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire.
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