Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. I guess we could go for a ride. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his myrmidons. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. ‘Now then, missie, where do you think you’re going?’ ‘I must see Jacques only for one little minute,’ Melusine told him prettily, fluttering her lashes. Ramage,” she cried, “you are outrageous! You understand nothing.
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