“I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. ’ ‘Oh, peste,’ exclaimed Melusine crossly. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. The hard work will be his, until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. "Open the door, I say, or I'll burst it open.
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