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” He took out his watch. "It is droll," he said. ‘Come, cry a truce. He raised her to a sitting position. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. Melusine shrugged.
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