Wood's. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. ’ ‘We are not all of us so empty-headed, Melusine,’ pleaded Miss Froxfield.
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