His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. But I had to know for sure. I could tell it was Italian, you see. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. This won’t do. Thames, look the door. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled.
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