“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. She entered and approached the bunk.
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