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’ About to hurry from the little parlour, Melusine remembered Mrs Ibstock. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. "Perhaps that would have been best. The end of the world seemed at hand. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. ’ So saying, he pulled her forward, slipping her arms about his back.
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