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In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. ‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y pense. But all normal humans smelled wonderful to her, even dirty ones. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing.
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