‘Why did he make me French, Marthe? Why did he give me this name of Melusine, and say I am born of Suzanne Valade?’ Martha looked at her, but her lips remained firmly closed. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. Michelle ate fast, and Lucy followed her lead, shoveling mashed potatoes and salmon down her gullet in a passionless frenzy. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted.
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