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It was Annabel who spoke. ” He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache wrinkled with his smile. But never mind that. Lucilla broke across Melusine’s thoughts. I haven’t, anyhow. ’ ‘Excellent,’ Gerald had approved. “Men’s waists are neither here nor there; A man scores always, everywhere. You are my prisoner, murderer.
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