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It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. It’s awkward, but we’ll get round it somehow. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. ‘But she will not shoot you,’ Melusine told him flatly. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone.
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