‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. S. Your maid would not be of the least protection. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. . Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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