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Wood. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. ’ Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. Strike the gag, Blueskin. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said.
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