’ ‘Lady Bicknacre too,’ said Lucilla, a delight in her voice that grated on Melusine. “I was sick of the make-believe. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous.
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