’ ‘Oh, peste,’ exclaimed Melusine crossly. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed. On the other hand, there was a subconscious impression that she would be able to read instantly anything unclean in a man's eye.
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