Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. Wood resounded from below. You could not have aided and assisted us more effectively by trying to drown yourself in the sea. Melusine—the real Melusine—evidently did not see him immediately, for her attention was on her descent from the high vehicle. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. And I want him out of uniform.
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