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He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. ‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. He frowned. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. “My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. But we have got to talk upon indifferent themes until we have done with this blond young gentleman from Bavaria. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning.
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