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" "It ought to be; it cost enough to get it here," said the Scot, ruefully. ’ Melusine drowned in his kiss. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. " "By the way, did you read those stories?" "Yes. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them.
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