The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I came here this afternoon hoping particularly to see you for a few moments before you signed that contract. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. ’ ‘Hang it, Melusine!’ Losing patience, Gerald seized her by the arms.
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