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The bedrooms of John’s house were the size of an
entire floor at the Becks. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that
were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much
more expression than they could carry. Melusine’s heart
ached for him, but she had to force him on. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you
propose to do about the wench?’
‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. Ann Veronica’s universe, which had never been altogether so respectful to her
as she could have wished, gave a shout and whirled head over heels. ‘Certainly I am not a nun. Annabel! Annabel!”
His voice became a shriek. When he awoke
it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand,
and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. I want to shout! I want to sing! I am glad! I am glad to be
alive because you are alive! I am glad to be a woman because you are a man! I
am glad! I am glad! I am glad! I thank God for life and you. Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a
forgery—and fooling at that. I’ve no name for it yet. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out
Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation,
situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. ‘As to that, I am at this moment altogether displeased with Gérard, you
understand,’ Melusine temporised.
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