Jonathan stepped behind a curtain. ’ ‘Lady Bicknacre too,’ said Lucilla, a delight in her voice that grated on Melusine. Anna herself opened the hall door. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. “You’ll do no such thing, Sheila.
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