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‘Jacques, are you dead? Jacques, do you hear me?’ Melusine put her cheek to his lips, and felt the faint warmth of his breath. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again.
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