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‘Here were you patiently waiting, without uttering one word of complaint the entire time, which of course you never do, being yourself a female altogether of a disposition extremely sweet and charming without the least vestige of a temper—’ ‘Gérard,’ Melusine uttered on a warning note, desperately trying to control the quiver at her lip. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. “If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true,” he answered, “I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life. “It was a phase,” she said.
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