’ ‘He does not call himself my father, for he calls himself nothing at all,’ Melusine told him, her tone violent with fury. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander.
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