Ah, Thierry and Poussaint, if my memory serves me. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. My servant. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. Melusine shrugged. On the orders of Mr Jarvis, that were.
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