Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Some shadow of reserve seemed to have crept up between them. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am.
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