The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. "I haven't a word to say, Ah Cum, not a word. We have seen great and sober-minded men come to this unholy city, and become degenerates. Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared. ’ Melusine’s voice petered out. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then. It would make the young wife unhappy. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed.
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