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“Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. The Storm VII. She spoke slowly. Did I not say so, Hilary?’ Melusine’s glance shot across to the newcomer, and found a petite blonde standing there, very fashionably attired in a velvet mantel over an apple-green robe, the furred hood framing a face alive with mischief.
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