’ ‘We are not all of us so empty-headed, Melusine,’ pleaded Miss Froxfield. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. Ants. Another picture slid across her vision. ’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro.
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