’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. ‘Seems to me, missie, as you’re as dangerous a female as I’m like to see. . It rather astonished him. It made her hungry.
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