"Who is it, Bess?"
"How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. She walked across to this apartment and, opening the door a little wider,
discovered a press section of the movement at work. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung
to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving
without will about the firm back. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. “It is about your sister, Lady
Ferringhall. ‘Why?’
‘Why take me to France? Why trouble himself with me, when so easily he
could leave me to this Monsieur Remenham to keep?’
To Melusine’s instant suspicion, Martha bit her lip, drew a breath, and avoided
her charge’s gaze.
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