He went on. Her glasses moved quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. This forthright dame was so excited, she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done earlier. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. "Too late, master," replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surly tone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; "just shut up shop. It is safe.
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