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You must forgive the poet’s license I take. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. ’ The door closed behind them both and Gerald was alone with Melusine. But this was long ago. I know less about this affair perhaps than you suppose. What he there noticed occasioned a marked change in his demeanour. Sheppard.
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