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Chapter Eleven Melusine’s limbs nearly gave way beneath her. ’ ‘Consider me warned,’ said Gerald solemnly. ’ Lucilla frowned. "Miss Enschede—such an odd name!—are you French?" "Oh, no. He had fallen off when trying to tie down his aluminum paint ladder. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features.
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