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" At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. ‘We will converse in your own tongue,’ he said in French as he led her away. Melusine cursed herself for his injury. ‘But it is entirely myself,’ she exclaimed aloud. Diving towards it, he tried to press against the rivulet that was seeping from it, hampered mightily by Melusine’s fingers, which were grasping at his other hand. When I think of those ateliers of ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity.
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