"So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. "So did I," answered Jack; "we had better move on. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. ToC "At length this tragedy is at an end," said Mr. ’ Melusine began to sag, and felt his strong arms catch her up and lift her bodily into a comforting embrace.
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