On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. Next moment, he had Melusine by the arm. For a moment she remained silent. ’ ‘Yes, but how are you going to find her?’ ‘I will ask—’ She broke off. It is like some accident. How did you meet him?’ ‘He was wounded and came to the convent for sanctuary,’ Melusine told him, stung by his criticism into revealing more than she had intended. He drew an awed breath. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture.
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