Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. 1. ‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t I done right?’ Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. Wait a second. Her father was right: Ruth must never know.
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