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She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace. ‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said. So completely! The oddest fitness! What is it made of? Texture of skin and texture of mind? Complexion and voice. ‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. He was asleep.
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