Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. ’ Melusine’s eyes narrowed and she drew back. "Your uncle, Sir Rowland?" "It is no idle boasting," replied the other. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned.
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