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“I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. Wood from pressing his suit long ago. ’ ‘I thought you were dead,’ Melusine confided. But the relief from the strain of her immediate necessities was immense. Don’t ask me how. I have been insulted, and cursed at, and threatened with both pistol and dagger. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. . After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address.
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