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‘Jacques! This—this bête he attacks me, and you stand there and you do nothing. Maybe others that I do not know about. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes.
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