He patted the hand on his sleeve. There was another little thing he had to say. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. "Where?" "That can wait," she answered. The figure she had longed to see came into her line of vision, but at this crucial moment of hideous realisation, Melusine barely took it in, her eyes fixing blankly on the man behind. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter.
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