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There was plenty of sweet water. The air was pungent and leaden. Now she knew why the soldiers had not caught him. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. But of what use to wear it when there was no one of importance to see and admire? ‘For shame, Melusine,’ protested Lucy, as the butler bowed himself out of the room. She was shifting, moving back. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. Brown or Jones, I dare say. Take them, and may they prove as serviceable to you as I desire. I ought to have gone long ago.
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