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Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. ’ Melusine bubbled over and warmth rose in Gerald’s chest. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. She addressed Ann Veronica with an air of conveying great open secrets to her. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. ” She cried once they were in the great room. “And you?” “Same thing.
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