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I hope I may never come near her. 9. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane.
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