But they cut it all off. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. ’ ‘Was it yours?’ Insulted beyond bearing, Melusine lost her temper. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. It was not for a week or a month.
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