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Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle. He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. ‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. I was curious about that.
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