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‘Marry an Englishman! Which Englishman?’ Melusine shrugged. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched.
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