And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. He would teach her all he knew of life so that if the Hand should ever reach his shoulder, she would be able to defend herself. Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. ’ ‘Grateful? Certainly I am grateful,’ Melusine snapped, knowing full well she sounded anything but gratified.
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