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\" She said. Although Melusine had taken care to trouble herself about the hand she had cut, and was glad to find it healing very well. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. The flush deck was without wells. She became angry with herself. ‘I should have thought it was obvious. Such a beautiful boy he is, but his intelligence is marginal. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. Jack was not half your age when he died.
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