‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. They fell into step again. She was radiant. I thought then perhaps you didn’t care, that you were like so many of them. ‘I can’t help but be sure,’ he returned shortly. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. Mr. Stanley. I am your servitor. His feet would have the firm texture of his hands.
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