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He went more easily this time. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. . Don't be afraid. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. ’ ‘Truly?’ asked Melusine, warmth lighting her bosom. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. . In the pause a door could be heard opening and closing on the landing up-stairs. ‘Let it fall!’ ‘Brute!’ she spat, struggling, and he knew at once he had guessed aright. ” He said nothing for a space.
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