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There was a
mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from
a child's violin. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves,
Ferringhall,” he remarked. . But it was generally unused, and so was a suitable spot for
these secret meetings, when Melusine plotted and delivered her instructions to
Jack Kimble. It did not shock her; it amazed her,
interested her beyond measure. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses. She had lost her nerve, and
there was no more freedom in London for her that night. And we are not traders looking at equivalents. I told
her it was the end. ’
‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her
hand. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. ‘This is the way you tell me that you love me? You English idiot, you!’
He seized her wrists to hold her off, actually daring to laugh, much to
Melusine’s increased fury.
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