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Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. ” He said mischievously. She had no intention whatsoever of spending her life in a convent, but that was not his affair. Ann Veronica ignored her friend’s confusion. ’ ‘Captain Roding, sir,’ put in Gerald, adding on a jocular note, ‘Another of the green whippersnappers you had to contend with some years back. But she certainly remembered that when she was a little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very dexterously in through the gates to the front door. Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened.
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