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9. ’
Chapter Twelve
In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of
the window at the dull sky. "
The little girl's countenance fell. “Why should one pretend?
“Think of all the beauty in the world that is covered up and overlaid. I’m a soldier, you see. Stanley decided to treat that as irrelevant. If she had any idea at all, it was
something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful,
with a happy ending. “Marriage certificates don’t tell lies, at any rate,” he said. But he did not find the sword of monsieur le major, for this
sergeant would have recognised it and told me that I am arrested again. “You
will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him
except—concerning those things which are past?”
“Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. ‘The outcome, I think, is in
very little doubt. They found Ruth reading to Spurlock,
whose shoulders and head were propped by pillows. A shaft of searing heat plunged
downward. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning
low in the sconces. Your attitude to
me—”
He fell into a brown study.
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