’ ‘But what age are you? Do you not require an heir?’ Melusine asked, her tone shocked. ‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. I admired your chivalry. ‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald.
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