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She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. Don't feel fussed upon my account. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Go in, go in, Melusine prayed, hoping desperately that he would not change his mind and take another route. He’s got flowers.
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