Still, I suppose Melusine can always sell the house. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. "I've got to see him; but I'll be reasonable. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still.
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