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His eyes swept down and Melusine felt the quiver at her lips where he gazed. Wood, in equal trepidation. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. He has a way of sitting on people. She decided not to ask him outright if he wished to make love to her. The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree.
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