‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down. ‘What’s this? Impertinence! French manners, is it?’ ‘Grace à vous,’ Melusine threw at him fiercely. He looked distant, irritated. For so far she had kept it uncashed. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. ‘Melusine, don’t sit there.
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