‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. At no time did she feel bodily or mental fatigue. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors.
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