’ For a moment Melusine stared at him as she took in the full horror of his scheme. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. He jumped back, cursing. The girl’s eyes never left his face. If she’s over, he probably knows all about it. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. The cook tried to ply her with spiced meat and fish soup.
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