’ Chapter Six Creeping along the dark narrow passage, with lantern held well ahead to keep her step steady on the uneven stones—and to warn her of the advent of rats— Melusine kept her long petticoats fastidiously clear of the dirt with an efficient hand, a habit she had learned in the convent. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. “Your father, of course,” he said, “must come to realize just how Splendid you are! He doesn’t understand. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. They fell into step again.
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