It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. Turning to Melusine, he grabbed both her wrists and held her away from him, as if afraid that she might go for him. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. The contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it. He laughed reassuringly. Are you sure what it is you want of me?” “I want you.
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