Melusine did not pause, but reached down to grasp the hilt of his sword and lift it. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. Listen to me, Thames. I have given up painting.
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