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I ought never to have thought of it. ” She became aware of her aunt, through the panes of the greenhouse, advancing with an air of serene unconsciousness from among the raspberry canes. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it.
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