‘Jacques, are you dead? Jacques, do you hear me?’ Melusine put her cheek to his lips, and felt the faint warmth of his breath. The future Mrs Roding turned bright, laughing eyes on the major. The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. Melusine, I’ve remembered something that may help you. He had been back for two weeks during some pleasant weather in July. Montague Hill.
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