He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. Something softened in Melusine’s chest. The latch came with a weak click. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. You hurt the child. "Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland. Then a roar of hisses.
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