Brendon made a quick movement forward. Perhaps I'd better open it now. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily.
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