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Melusine felt the calloused hand grasp around hers. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt. The perfume was the only one she ever used. ’ The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband. "No. . Her name is Lucia, she works in the Alberti Yarn Shop, across from Florestano the Butcher!” I happily rewarded her with a shiny new Florin and sent her off. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified.
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