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167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. Did I not say so, Hilary?’ Melusine’s glance shot across to the newcomer, and found a petite blonde standing there, very fashionably attired in a velvet mantel over an apple-green robe, the furred hood framing a face alive with mischief. Every time you mention the father, she turns into marble. “Don’t be childish, Annabel. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. "He wouldn't hurt a rabbit.
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