“Lorelei,” she trumpeted, “do I indeed find you in a tantrum? For shame! To be two thousand years old and still so naughty!” Mrs. Midsomer’s churning tail ceased its operations with comical abruptness. The whirlpool it was working up died down abruptly. The mists veiling her form were blown away by a gust of wind, and the sun shone out of the clouds, illumining her abashed countenance. “Cousin Georgiana!” she exclaimed. “I—I thought you never visited the mortal realm.” “That shows how much you know,” said Georgiana snappishly. “I come and go as I wish. You surely did not think I was subject to
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