Melusine was unable to repulse him—even had she tried. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. I don’t defend it. Where is your hat?’ ‘Parbleu, is this a way to rescue me?’ Melusine demanded, digging in her heels and wrenching her arm out of his hold.
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