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’ ‘Aye, sir,’ Kimble said at once, and took up his stance at the bottom of the stairs as Gerald dragged Melusine up them. ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again. ’ ‘That is not your affair. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment.
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