“That’s enough, Michelle!” Diane snapped in the ugly raised voice of the enforcer. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. ’ She bit her lip, frowning. ’ Melusine sobered, sitting down again. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade.
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