He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. “I was sick of the make-believe. ‘Quite wrong, monsieur. ‘You’ll come with us and get yourself safe back home to your convent, understand?’ ‘But wait,’ begged Melusine, hanging back. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. ‘I am not a murderer.
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