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“Now,” he said, quietly, “it’s time we stopped this nonsense. ‘Pardon, mademoiselle, but perhaps your father went to England, after all, and
—’
‘My father went to Italy,’ interrupted Melusine, her heart tightening with the
familiar sensation of loss. This was the worst
summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I
can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin
Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there
wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out. They were terrible,
horrible people. I have not found the secret
way into the house, for instance. He
was—a millionaire. After all, they’re history in the making.
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