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. You women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. You are my slave—and such you shall continue. I owe his mother one, and will repay the debt, with interest, to her son. Sheppard, attend to what I'm about to say to you.
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