" At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. No: I must face it out. I feel like a fraudulent trustee. "I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. And Pottiswick, of course.
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