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” His rhythm slowed to a grind. He stopped short of a group of adolescent saplings and turned the ignition off. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. Spurling, who sat on the right of the table. ’ ‘Truly?’ asked Melusine, warmth lighting her bosom.
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