. ’ ‘I am whatever you like,’ he agreed pleasantly, ‘but nothing is going to stop me from searching for this dagger. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. She looked at her for a moment fixedly. Melusine choked on a laugh, and Gerald at once seized the initiative, speaking in a tone deliberately soothing. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. I want you to be my wife.
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