One could enter and leave by proa, but nothing with a keel could cross the coral gate. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. Just now the waterchestnuts…. Melusine’s eyes blazed into his. ‘I must. Lucy's ears were singing.
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