There were the burnt papers still in the grate. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. “It spreads like wildfire. Melusine’s heart ached for him, but she had to force him on. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. " Spurlock laughed.
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