” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. Ice had begun to form in the shallows. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight.
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