’ He bowed. Melusine glanced at the walls as she sped down the four flights of stairs, and noted with relief that some paintings remained. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. Then Melusine jumped back into the fencer’s pose, on guard, the point of the wicked blade directed towards her enemy. Amongst them was a revolver. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped.
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