“It may be her salvation. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Melusine felt the calloused hand grasp around hers. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried.
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