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Something softened in Melusine’s chest. 97 “For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to one side. "I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him.
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