’ ‘You will not arrest him, because I will shoot you first,’ snapped Melusine. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. Let me only wear your livery. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness.
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