Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. ’ ‘Melusine!’ came sharply from the doorway. "Good-bye, Mac.
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