Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. One who—who—tres. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. “My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father.
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