" He opened his eyes, to behold hers large with wonder. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. ’ Melusine turned, an irrepressible giggle escaping her lips as she thought of the Mother Abbess in the convent at Blaye. The skipper obeyed, and in another moment, they swept through the narrow lock. ‘You’re speaking the truth. And, now, to find a messenger. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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