There was no reply but in a moment he heard the rhythmic pounding of feet on the stairs and across the room. Then the locks turned, including the padlock inside the shutters, and there she was. Merle stood in a pale nightgown in the moonlight, her hair a mess, arms crossed, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes. Then she reached for him and pulled him inside.
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