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She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. I don't want her hurt. Melusine ripped at the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive red stain on his shirt. ‘Parbleu,’ she uttered indignantly. "Got the rooms mixed. ‘He’s already spoken for, Melusine. Tight. Mr. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat.
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