There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. ‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t I done right?’ Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces. "We're forgetting," he said. It’s—it’s a serious prohibition. "Your worry is needless.
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