’ ‘Yes, do so,’ rejoined Melusine enthusiastically. “I don’t know, John. He insisted on buying this girl for two hundred mex. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. Like appendicitis. Fear nothing.
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