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Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. ‘Melusine!’ Distracted, Gosse blinked and his eyes flicked away from Melusine’s just as she flung the fullness of her gathered petticoats in the way of his blade. She sat herself upon the bed. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every discussion, her contribution to the great question. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them.
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