\"Ever thought about letting me do something with
your hair?\"
Not needing an answer, Shari got up and whipped out
a vented brush from an overstuffed drawer. He fancied, indeed, that he
beheld a figure spring upon the starling at the moment when the boats came in
contact; but, as he could perceive no one near him, he concluded he must have
been mistaken. At every step he
seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong
room. What was the name on those
marriage lines you showed me?’
‘M—Melusine,’ stammered the woman, her countenance yet registering
shock. ’
‘With ease, mademoiselle,’ he countered, catching her blade. It was there in the breast pocket, stiff and legal looking. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a
couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall,
flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above. "How long will he be laid up?"
"Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. Give me the books.
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