White’s boarding-house in Russell Square. Gerald saw her eyes change as she recognised him. As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. I’m a soldier, you see. “I—I am sorry—I didn’t explain.
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