‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. Give way, and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head.
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