The smell of gunpowder was strong in the room. There was barely room for one, let alone two, in the passage, and Melusine ended up backwards, supporting Jack as best she could as he stumbled along, grasping the rough walls on either side with both hands. "I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me," rejoined Thames. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. Ennison,” she said, letting her fingers rest in his. .
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