’ ‘Grateful? Certainly I am grateful,’ Melusine snapped, knowing full well she sounded anything but gratified. Unless they remind him now and then not to. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. She entered quietly and padded up to her shared bedroom. ’ Melusine swung away and moved to stare dully out of the window of the little chapel vestry onto the mews outside. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that.
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