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All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. ’ ‘Eh bien, you are not a saint,’ Melusine snapped. His sword-arm fell useless at his side and she knew herself safe. As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. ‘Kill him? Oh. . ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning.
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