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. That is what I must do. ‘Well then, Melusine,’ he said calmly, ‘it seems as if we must get you your dowry willy-nilly. ” Sir John coughed. “Well?” she said. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground.
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