’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple. “Why?” “I still love you. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. "Your gratitude will vanish with your danger.
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