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And for me there is only one treasure-house. Melusine tried to squash down, still trying to maintain her guard. After a little further discourse the old man took his departure. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain: “A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear; A man scores always, everywhere. She was consumed by misery and hate.
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