Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. Diving towards it, he tried to press against the rivulet that was seeping from it, hampered mightily by Melusine’s fingers, which were grasping at his other hand. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end.
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