His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. Caution forced her to speak calmly. "I've lost my wager. Your life is like a funeral March. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. ’ Melusine found her tongue.
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