Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. ’ Melusine took refuge in defiance. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. “Just the box only. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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