Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. She leaned over and kissed his cheek innocently. “Your best route will be via Boulogne and Folkestone at nine o’clock from the Gare du Nord. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. “When it comes there is no mistaking it. He was completely, devastatingly handsome. If that's true, she's not long for this world. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back.
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