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She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. In a flash, Melusine had jumped forward and clamped it to the floor with one booted foot. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once.
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