The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Moving to the shuttered window, Melusine dragged the heavy drapes back. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. " So saying, he closed the lantern.
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