’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. “John, don’t!” she cried. Melusine whirled. Manning, I do not think I love you. She was like an angel with one wing. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. It’s well hidden, miss. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. It is safe.
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