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She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. ‘You the fellow Gerald spoke to?’ Kimble flushed beetroot, and Melusine had a flash of insight. Hurry to me, I entreat you. Beware of him, my son! Beware of him! You know not what villany he is capable of. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness.
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