He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. . ‘After all the threats you’ve made, that is hardly fair. We don’t want no trouble, do we?’ At sight of him, everything went out of Melusine’s head but the thought of Jack Kimble. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. 4.
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