He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. . He’s dead. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. And they never talked of anything at all, never discussed, never even encouraged gossip. ‘Melusine!’ Distracted, Gosse blinked and his eyes flicked away from Melusine’s just as she flung the fullness of her gathered petticoats in the way of his blade.
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