“He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. If they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain.
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