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A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. They could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did.
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