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‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. God must love me, for he has guided me here. Her mouth at half-cock, Melusine stood there staring at him. This gloom was impossible. It might be dangerous to thwart him. I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me.
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