Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Indeed I am! I would make this country a collective monarchy, and all the girls and women in it should be the Queen. He's going to ask you to Prom. “It’s the spring,” he said. Melusine choked on a laugh, and Gerald at once seized the initiative, speaking in a tone deliberately soothing. Ennison’s signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone.
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