Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. “My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party. You are your own Heaven and your
own Hell, Lucy. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty
grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. ’
Melusine caught the fellow eyeing her with resentment and beckoned as she
called out to him. The wound lay open for five
seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched
by invisible hands. All of a sudden, there was movement behind him.
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