‘I know that, miss. As you brew so must you drink. There isn’t. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. ’ Melusine’s eyes flashed.
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