Gerald, I mean, not Madame Valade. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. I suspect he has a bit of vanity. My feelings overpower me. And the woollen-draper departed. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life.
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