You must forgive the poet’s license I take. But Sheppard took no notice of the exclamation. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. ’ ‘What?’ Hilary glanced from Gerald to Melusine, and coloured up. Dump popped his head into the cage. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. Certain of my prey, I can afford to wait for it. It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. “It is a secret mission,” she declared.
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