She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Jonathan Wild. The girl, with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window. His eyes swept down and Melusine felt the quiver at her lips where he gazed. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. ‘This is not love, Marthe.
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