He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had. ‘And you!’ shrieked Melusine. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently.
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