He's more like a lord than—"
As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a
young man marched boldly into the room. Melusine was loath to admit how
much more lonely since Gerald chose not to visit her. A young man
—almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across
the room to her. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait
ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. It was decrepit and too large. Hurry. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears,—
and hands, if need be,—but no tongues. She had found a
couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about
the opening of a theater that mentioned him. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare
worse later. When he found
himself thinking about it, it upset him so that he at once resorted to distraction. It's a bad omen to be thrown near that door.
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