A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. Lucilla shoved Roding out of the way so that she could take hold of Melusine’s hands again. ‘That is good.
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