Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty. As far as I recollect, there were two. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. But in a moment, it was tucked under his arm and, raising the pistol again, he gestured towards the door opposite the one where Melusine stood. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself.
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