With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. It’s just life, pure life, life nascent, running clear and strong. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. In the beginning it was a dictionary. ‘You don’t even know what it means, do you?’ Melusine frowned. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself.
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