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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. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. ” “I’m so glad. It makes me want to be just everything I CAN be to you.
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