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He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstanding between you and my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhood for ever. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. Melusine ran to catch at his arm. I don’t love you. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly.
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