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He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. Also Lucy, who had been so much her friend. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest.
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