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He dropped the key on the counterpane. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. “I didn’t blow up the house. “Awfully good of you, Teddy. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant. ‘But there is something still I do not understand.
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