Melusine ripped at the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive red stain on his shirt. And Pottiswick, of course. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes.
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