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“And if she can’t have the right one? “We’ve developed such a quality of preference!” She rubbed her knuckles into her forehead. She could tell that he was leering at her. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. The thing is, Miss Charvill —’ ‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised. Ever since the young police officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started ticking faster.
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