Melusine did not attempt to speak. ’”
She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy
trills and flourishes at every phrase. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air. ”
“I met you accidentally,” he reminded her. Balked, Melusine halted. I could not keep away any longer. There
could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. net
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