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“You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. ’ ‘But you do not make love,’ Melusine pointed out. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Independently of other risks, and of the chance of breaking his neck in the descent, he was aware that to reach the leads he should have to break open six of the strongest doors of the prison. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns.
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