“We have to get in, I think,” said a nice little old lady in a bonnet to Ann Veronica, speaking with a voice that quavered a little. “No, I administered poisons to you according to the ancient tradition. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound.
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