It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went.
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