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It’s gone. “I am sick of it. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. I know my son's voice too well. Plainly. ‘Deaf? Deaf? I’ll have you know, miss—’ ‘Do not have me know anything,’ interrupted Melusine crossly, and digging into her habit, produced the fateful dagger that had cut Gerald’s hand. The figure she had longed to see came into her line of vision, but at this crucial moment of hideous realisation, Melusine barely took it in, her eyes fixing blankly on the man behind. ” “Not yet. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. You must come back.
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