‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald. Of course. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Lucy arranged her hair as Michelle had taught her instead of combing it out. . . She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked.
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