He glanced down between the still narrow distance that lay between Melusine and himself, and discovered her hand there, a very small dagger within it. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. "I might return the question. I need you every day. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. The thought of the picture but added to her despondency. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed.
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