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. How did you meet him?’ ‘He was wounded and came to the convent for sanctuary,’ Melusine told him, stung by his criticism into revealing more than she had intended. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. And the fences are down for good. Remember that. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively.
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