‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about. ’ Melusine sank against the wall of the corridor, closing her eyes. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. ’ She gave him a straight look. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it.
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