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. Melusine feigned a displeased frown. ‘Open the door, fool!’ Then he had Melusine by the shoulders and was hustling her into the hackney. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing.
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