Perhaps that was why Sheila began to observe Lucy, because both of them were poignantly aware of Lucy’s otherness. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. Melusine dashed them away, but they kept on coming. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way.
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