‘Dear me. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. “No!” he said aloud at last. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. “Excuse me a moment. Why open my mouth if there might not be a need for it when all’s said?’ Melusine acknowledged the logic of this.
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