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” Lucy hesitated. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding.
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