At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. Everything had stayed the same during the centuries. ’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple. Then he sensed the trap.
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