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Melusine gave herself a little mental shake. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. “You mean to follow her. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat.
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