‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. “These are the playgrounds of life. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up.
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