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She pulled him towards the bed. "I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. ‘Jacques, are you dead? Jacques, do you hear me?’ Melusine put her cheek to his lips, and felt the faint warmth of his breath. Almost worthy of your own fertile imagination. " He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entered a small chamber at the back of the house. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. It was if the world had blinked out for a moment.
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