Then Melusine jumped back into the fencer’s pose, on guard, the point of the wicked blade directed towards her enemy. The hansom drove off. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn.
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