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“A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. ‘No!’ Melusine snapped as he tugged at the thing. Spurling. It isn't for their sakes, it's for your own. You simply can’t. But he reckoned without his host. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions.
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