You won’t want to be late the first evening, and it’s ten minutes past seven now. Melusine glanced at the walls as she sped down the four flights of stairs, and noted with relief that some paintings remained. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. She cursed herself for a fool. The guards had great difficulty in preserving a clear passage without resorting to severe measures, for the tide, which poured upon them behind, around, in front, and at all sides, was almost irresistible. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears.
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