She moaned as she touched him. A small voice greeted her, hissing. “I am sure that you are. But I waited in vain. He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. ’ ‘Was it yours?’ Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper. " "Not in the least, Sir," replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them.
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