. Part 2
In the late afternoon, as Ann Veronica was gathering flowers for the dinnertable, her father came strolling across the lawn toward her with an affectation of
great deliberation. Only that you will hurry
and help Jacques. She gulped for air merely, for it had been
difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d
pledged my friendship. She
refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do
about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. 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. ”
Ann Veronica made no answer. ” Michelle
said. She crooked her finger. After all, that was life.
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