Chapter Eight For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine stared in horror at the body lying there so still. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. ‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him. I believe I am getting impudent. You skulk in shadows, following an émigré. Funk! I’ll see it out.
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