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But Melusine was a little inclined to like this side of the major. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. CHAPTER VIII. And she is very young, younger than her years. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully.
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