CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. Recovering herself, Melusine tucked the weapons out of sight, down into the deep holsters hidden under the petticoat of her riding habit, and went back into the house where Martha awaited her in some impatience. I quickly ingratiated myself to Gianfrancesco, playing on his insecurities, drawing from his need for more and more power. There was a pint of champagne and a quart of mineral water (both taboo) at his elbow. ‘C’est ridicule.
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