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His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say. There were swift actions, too: a Kanaka crawled out upon the bowsprit to make taut a slack stay, while two others with pulley-blocks swarmed aloft. His tone was kind and sympathetic. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. You make me angry, and I lie. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. Then he paused. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses.
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