‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. Tell him the truth, Annabel. Critically, she stared at her own features. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation.
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