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Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. ‘I don’t think you need do that, Melusine—if I may call you so. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked.
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