There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. In a flash, Melusine had jumped forward and clamped it to the floor with one booted foot. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice.
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