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. . It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. She was conscious the whole conversation of Michelle, trying to divine what the girl was planning to do. Not fit to be dust on your boots. All at once her heart began to patter queerly. Melusine glanced at the walls as she sped down the four flights of stairs, and noted with relief that some paintings remained. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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