His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. Melusine crossed to open it, and immediately the knocking intensified in volume. “Michelle, it’s me, Lucy. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow.
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