She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. ’ ‘Was it yours?’ Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. It engulfed them in black, white, and gray. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. Spurlock halted in his tracks. It dawned upon him that he had been abominably used by Ann Veronica.
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