“And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant
flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do?
“I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. I would that you
were my own. ’
He sighed elaborately. But all normal humans smelled wonderful to her, even
dirty ones. He was so horny that he could probably make love to a
tree. Soon I shall make my début, that it will be known that I am the real
Melusine Charvill, and then I shall not require the services any longer of this
imbecile of a Gérard. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own
buckled sword-belt. ’
‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily.
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