‘Do not speak any more for you give yourself pain,’ said Melusine fearfully. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died.
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