Jack had got into one of the pens at the north side of the chapel. “You must fetch a doctor,” she said. His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. Come, come, be reasonable, and listen to me. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you.
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