’
‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to
the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private
cells for the senior nuns. ’
‘You mean the bookroom, miss. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to
write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering,
perhaps a trifle laboriously. “Anoush lied to him! She told him he was a fool as
she was already married to a rich Sultan. I was Annabel
the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. Blueskin
will go with you,—for fear of a mistake. ”
Ann Veronica looked at the mildly pensive gray eyes and the comfortable,
rather refined face with a penetrating curiosity. “I knew of course that you were at
the Montressor’s, but I had no idea that it was a music hall party afterwards.
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