"What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. ‘What was you wanting it for, may I ask?’ ‘You may not ask, for it is none of your affair,’ Melusine snapped. If a certain kink in your sense of honour will not permit you to go to her as a lover, go to her as a comrade. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. Those I don’t mind, though, the games.
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