I can bear anything but suspense. Capes? Well, think what it must be to live in them—soul and mind and body! It’s fun for a man to jest at our position. It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. Such pretty manners, she thought. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout.
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