“Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. . I won’t try. ’ Melusine’s heart leapt, and as swiftly clattered into dead stillness as the implication of the second name hit home. Should be home soon. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. I wonder what it was. I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought.
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