’ ‘I still think you ought to have waited, miss. It seemed to them they could never have been really alive before, but only dimly anticipating existence. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. She came quickly into the little parlour, which now seemed inordinately crowded, and coming up to Melusine, seized her hands in a warm clasp. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy.
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