Chapter Eight For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine stared in horror at the body lying there so still. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. It’s the feinting tricks you have to watch for. His grip twisted her wrist. The bridge was open.
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