’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. ” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. For she needed him. ” She wanted to feast upon him badly, his passion, his youthfulness. Oh, and only look at those stains,’ cried Miss Froxfield, gesturing at the blood on the ruffles to the sleeves of Melusine’s riding-habit, and on the chemise she wore under it.
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