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“What did it matter?” she cried. We aren’t afraid; we don’t bother. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. ’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. What was the name on those marriage lines you showed me?’ ‘M—Melusine,’ stammered the woman, her countenance yet registering shock.
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