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The struggle was brief, and Gerald stepped aside, the pistol in his possession, while the girl Melusine stood trembling and glaring. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal.
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