“What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. ’ ‘What, for not wanting to marry you?’ ‘Imbecile. ’ Her lashes fluttered. As though accidentally she swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to her own. Chapter Eight For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine stared in horror at the body lying there so still. ’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. Her new husband had paid for a cadre of escorts back to Mantua.
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