"Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. “What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. ‘Why?’ Melusine eyed him dubiously. Little woman, you have been brave enough before. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. He spoke in quick nervous sentences. Primarily it was her own problem, and in particular the answer she had to give to Mr.
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