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The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. Leaving the panel wide, Melusine dashed to the library door and flung it open, racing into the hall. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage. Now go. He let go of the girl’s arm.
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