Melusine choked on a laugh, and Gerald at once seized the initiative, speaking in a tone deliberately soothing. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream.
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