"What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. They ought to put a lamp.
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