I am called Melusine. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. Gerald glanced down and saw her dash at a spread of blood on his own hand, only now realising that her dagger had found its mark. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted.
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