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He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. He was nearly wincing. “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. ‘Must be another of her lies. “My dear sweet Lucia. He had been abusing them for a long time when I arrived. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek.
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