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‘I do not see at all. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee —and, above all, no Mr. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. What his head conceived his hand executed. Abruptly he gripped her wrist.
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