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Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret spring. “In Paris. The lady murmured briefly to her husband, and then tucked her hand into Alderley’s arm. I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms.
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