Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. “He took my arms and legs!” She lifted the rock from Rhea’s torso. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. He then descended; and having induced Bess to take off some part of her clothing, he tore the gown and petticoat into shreds and twisted them into a sort of rope which he fastened to the lower bars of the window. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. You know, Melusine. A queer game this: he could not move directly as in an ordinary case of manhunt.
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