“You frighten me!” He smiled at her indulgently. The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands.
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