‘Melusine!’ Distracted, Gosse blinked and his eyes flicked away from Melusine’s just as she flung the fullness of her gathered petticoats in the way of his blade. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. There are some papers I have to look through to-night—important papers. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor.
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