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Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. But, no. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. And you, Austin; and you Langley, I say the same thing to you. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks.
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