She had eaten little or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. ‘Now then, missie, where do you think you’re going?’ ‘I must see Jacques only for one little minute,’ Melusine told him prettily, fluttering her lashes. "Eggs for me! You mistake, child. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. ” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament.
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