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is only the women matter. The gardens were
tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose:
flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions,
breathing spells; the battle would be constant. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke
off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head. ”
“I began to be afraid you might not come at all. To be jeune demoiselle, it is not always convenient. Then he remembered that she was Anna’s sister. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the
pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. They did not care—
servant or master, it meant nothing.
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