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He was tall, slender, and suave. ‘There were the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme. Melusine fetched her stool and plonked it down next to her great-aunt’s chair. ” He sat down on her left side and put his hand on her knee, gesturing with his other hand. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. A man came out, and walking recklessly, almost cannoned into Ennison. He's on the ragged edge. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. Go in, go in, Melusine prayed, hoping desperately that he would not change his mind and take another route.
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