“Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. I stole away and walked to the railway station. He groaned, much to Melusine’s relief. The Wastrel did not relish this. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. When I've had an hour's rest, I'll be after Blueskin.
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