The struggle had dislodged the white wimple,
which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling
like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat
at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a
single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured
elsewhere. If she delayed a day she would delay
two days, if she delayed two days she would delay a week, and after a week
things would be adjusted to submission forever. ’
Both hands about the butt of her unwieldy pistol, Melusine glared at him. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a
faint muttering came to his ears.
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