“I am not one to judge, but you seem awfully intrigued by Mephistopheles,” she continued. I swallowed nervous laughter, knowing she wouldn’t appreciate being told she was her mother’s daughter in this moment. Any moment steam might shoot from her ears. Liza’s cheeks were splotchy pink, a great indication of how upset she was. “Would you care to explain what that was about, Cousin?” Then you’ll understand why we’d all do anything for him.” “Meet me on the second-class promenade in one hour. I hoped she didn’t mean naked as the day he’d come into this world. “Would you like to see him as no one aside from his performers do?” Anishaa finally asked. Liza suddenly found her tea infinitely intriguing, and Anishaa seemed at a loss for words. I sat back, fiddling with the buttons on the side of my gloves. Many benefit from the lessons he chooses to give.
“Mephistopheles is…” Anishaa seemed to formulate her answer carefully. Despite what everyone in London thought of Thomas and his odd behavior, Liza liked him very much, and my interest in the ringmaster was not right in her romantic book, no matter what my reasons were. Apparently, I was in for a good scolding once we were alone. Liza shot me an incredulous look, but pressed her lips together.
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