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Nor as I’ve to put up with a French spy in my parlour—’ ‘Peste, how you talk,’ interrupted Melusine impatiently, barely taking in his complaints. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. Our ideal had fallen. I—I hurt myself.
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