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’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles. ‘Why, you have heard yourself all that is being said. . It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. ’ A multitude of changes flitted across Melusine’s features as she stood there for a space, unusually silent. And then her pace slackened.
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