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“And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. “Mary Lucia. “But your sister?” he asked. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. If you have enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review – it does help so much. When younger, and in better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and there were still the remains of great beauty about her. There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. I knew it. Perhaps in the beginning the women made fools of themselves over him. But his life, ruled by chance and the fight to survive had appealed strongly to Melusine’s rebellious spirit.
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