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It was my destiny to have her. The strong fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat, searching for tell-tale protrusions. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. . She had been carrying them, he assumed, but then again the school had some particularly talented kids among the usual ruffians. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Something changed for her. The Matriarchate! The Lords of Creation just ran about and did what they were told. Wild. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. She took a deep breath.
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