We can be married tomorrow in Paris. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. And if you’ve any notion—’ ‘Yes, it is upstairs,’ Melusine agreed, crossing to the library door. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. .
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