’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. ‘I know, Melusine. ’ There was sense in what she said, Melusine was obliged to concede. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. . ‘All this gadding about. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head.
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