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The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Where I am in error, you can set me right. ‘Marry an Englishman! Which Englishman?’ Melusine shrugged.
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