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‘Besides, I don’t want the men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. ‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t I done right?’ Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. When he returned from pissing, he sat down with her. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. .
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