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Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. " "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. “I suppose I should let go if I had. ‘This is the way you tell me that you love me? You English idiot, you!’ He seized her wrists to hold her off, actually daring to laugh, much to Melusine’s increased fury.
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