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Melusine flew after him, the sword held out before her and pointing directly at his retreating back. He slapped his knee. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting.
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