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The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. He waved a hand toward the sea. Melusine ran up the stairway after him, her point flailing to frighten him into allowing her access to the chapel. A very small settlement, mostly natives. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. I've destroyed my only chance. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness.
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