"You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. ‘What could either of us have done?’
To Gerald’s acute consternation, Melusine’s lip trembled suddenly, and her
eyes filled. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a
couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall,
flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. ’
‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to
anyone. ’
‘Merci, Gérard,’ Melusine muttered under her breath, adding aloud, ‘And the
major, he will also wish that you let me go to see Jacques.
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