She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. Emerging from this aperture, he was about to descend, when he was alarmed by hearing the tramp of horses' feet swiftly approaching, and had only time to hide himself behind one of the largest signboards before alluded to when two horsemen rode up. There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. Wood started to his feet. Just then—I was nervous.
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