Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was fastened. ‘Pray do not trouble yourself, Saling. ’ She stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. ‘Bête.
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