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His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. ’ ‘No. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. ’ Lucilla frowned.
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