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“She is living there now,” she remarked. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Balked, Melusine halted. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight.
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