‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. "But never mind who, or what I am. ” “You what?” she repeated incredulously. Melusine ripped at the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive red stain on his shirt. Before it is too late. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street. “Don’t!” she begged. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. He jumped back, cursing. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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