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" Sheppard said nothing, but a disdainful smile curled his lips. After the dance, they went to a party. His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. Hark ye, Blueskin," continued he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and again secured the door, "a word in your ear. The simile started a laugh in his throat. He was scarcely concealed when he heard the horsemen, who perceived they had overshot their mark, ride back.
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