Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. Melusine, intent on the luckless Kimble, did not care.
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