‘For kissing you, or for not meaning to do so?’ ‘Imbecile,’ exclaimed Melusine impatiently. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers.
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