I
needn't tell you to tread carefully. I
was visiting the royal family, as they sought me for a tutor
for their sons over the summer. Tom Sheppard was
always a close file, and would never tell whom he married. Keep your eye upon the lad. I don’t conceal it. From time to time the man
below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a
harpist, only to recover them instantly. I wouldn't accept my life
from him. 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. 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. “Won’t you give
me your address?”
She shook her head.
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