She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. “You did not tell me that you were going out, or I would have offered my escort. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the table. A shiver slid down inside her. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family. ’ She allowed herself to be pulled to the centre of the room, but uttered in a low tone, full of suppressed anxiety, ‘How can he know? How can he know?’ ‘You mean how can he know that this is your house?’ Melusine looked up at him, distress in her eyes. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. Profligate women are never reclaimed. ” She realized it was possible to be sorry for him—acutely sorry for the situation. She recognized the face but could not quite place it.
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