" "Damnation!" cried Jonathan, stamping his foot with uncontrollable rage. All at once Melusine remembered Pottiswick, and the errand he had run. . The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away.
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