’ ‘But what age are you? Do you not require an heir?’ Melusine asked, her tone shocked. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. ‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. I was one of the few.
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