Melusine stepped back a pace, her gaze fixed on the vision before her. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. ‘Do not speak any more for you give yourself pain,’ said Melusine fearfully. But he held the smile until she turned away from the curtain. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. PITT, the keeper of Newgate. She hastened past. .
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