CHAPTER I. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. “Dare!” she said. "Seize this oar," vociferated the waterman. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain.
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