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Gerald’s breath caught. It was neither good nor bad. ‘Melusine…Melusine. "A sail?" said McClintock. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis.
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