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Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. ’ ‘Merci, Gérard,’ Melusine muttered under her breath, adding aloud, ‘And the major, he will also wish that you let me go to see Jacques. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. " Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity, to Wood.
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