In a moment his grasp grew weaker. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. I haven’t, anyhow. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. He was helpful, but gravely dubious. "One-and-twenty, ah!" repeated Gay. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not.
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