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Kneebone, are these your French noblemen?"
"Don't upbraid me!" rejoined the woollen-draper. Melusine ripped at
the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive
red stain on his shirt. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down
her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the
flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of
conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that
your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a
separation between you almost a necessity. “I will put the question,” Drummond said gravely. His sword-arm fell
useless at his side and she knew herself safe. ’
‘You are perfectly correct,’ agreed Gerald at once.
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