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Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. ‘Melusine. Next instant, Gerald felt his wrist seized in an iron grip. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. ’ ‘But you are not a surgeon,’ protested Melusine.
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