Wild had escaped. Melusine—the real Melusine—would never have made such a stupid mistake. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Earles said, slowly, keeping his eyes fixed upon her, “forty at the ‘Unusual,’ two turns, encores voluntary, six for matinées.
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