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‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. She felt terribly modern, even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. Mike was already on dishwasher duty when John rang the doorbell. However, it doesn't much signify.
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