”
She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive
movement. As they left Florence, dying men and women still
scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from
the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick
children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses
running, begging to join them in their journey out. ’
‘Better than to live at the hands of a villainous blackmailer,’ Melusine threw at
him. “You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled
composure, “to be a very impertinent person. ’
‘He does not call himself my father, for he calls himself nothing at all,’
Melusine told him, her tone violent with fury. "
"From some of your associates?"
"From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned
slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. And, if Rachel had not carried a candle, the room would have been
plunged in total darkness.
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