" "Ay, ay," cried the jailers, laughing. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. Melusine whirled. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. "Here's the door.
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