‘You wound me to the heart,
Melusine. Anna watched her
from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and
disappear. Her anger died and she eyed him. Even to my own
brother—if I had one—I could not tell everything, and you, although you are so
kind, you are almost a stranger, aren’t you?”
“No, no!” he protested. ’
She turned, her eyes narrowed. “The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call
her by your old name. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal
dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call
she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one
there just now.
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