Diving towards it, he tried to press against the rivulet that was seeping from it, hampered mightily by Melusine’s fingers, which were grasping at his other hand. But when she spoke her lips quivered, and they came. Just. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper.
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