‘What in God’s name is going on?’ Glancing swiftly towards the doorway, Gerald saw his friend’s disbelieving face and burst out, speaking over the top of Melusine as she made another grab for the little square of linen. “Remember that the man will probably die. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. Natives brought him an equal amount from the neighbouring islands. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch.
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