Thames, you needn't tidy yourself, as you've hurt your arm. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow.
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