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’ ‘But why, Marthe,’ asked Melusine, as she walked into the house. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions. He pressed the long shapely hand warmly in his. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood was only oozing now.
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