Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. ‘You’ll come with us and get yourself safe back home to your convent, understand?’ ‘But wait,’ begged Melusine, hanging back. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. He never retires to rest till daybreak—if at all.
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