’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. “Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would have trampled upon them long ago. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. Lucy felt her heart splinter in her breast. The door to the apocalypse had opened! "Loves me?.
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