‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance.
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