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"'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. Awkwardly, he closed his eyes and fumbled for a kiss. Everywhere there are limitations. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. Jeez! It was about time. I’ll give you, say, thirty-five guineas a week clear of expenses, and half of anything you earn above the two turns a night. He leaned forward to better drink her in. She had tasted freedom now, and so far she had not felt the need of protection.
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