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“And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. ’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness.
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