Lucy Albert?”
“Yes, sir?” She replied, opening the door as Cathy
rose from the couch and Larry stirred from his bed. ’
‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to
London,’ Jack ventured. “Michelle, I don’t ever want to hear you mention the
subject you mentioned at dinner again. But I was portentous, I can assure you. And I want you for myself—for
my wife. She had slept badly at first in a
long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but
caught on after that. Her safety lay in pretense—that
what she saw was as a tale twice told. The Oriental waterfronts were rank
with the stuff. Martin scrutinized Lucy more closely, but Lucy could tell
that Michelle’s credibility had been damaged as her stifled
sobs were heard upstairs. ’
‘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.
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