Recovering herself, Melusine tucked the weapons out of sight, down into the deep holsters hidden under the petticoat of her riding habit, and went back into the house where Martha awaited her in some impatience. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn over in their graves.
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