‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him. Sebastian looked up and stood. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. Not MY affair. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. " The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. I'm not particular what or where.
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