Cathy's eyes widened, her cheeks expanding to a smile. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. ’ Melusine did not reply. Lucy savored the normalcy of the scene. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us.
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