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"I have hurt you because I would not trust you. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. I wonder. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. That's one of the troubles with young folks: they take themselves so seriously. His destination was the New Mint. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams.
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