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‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. ” Ann Veronica fenced for a moment.
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