He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. ‘For kissing you, or for not meaning to do so?’ ‘Imbecile,’ exclaimed Melusine impatiently.
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