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The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. Three times she escaped. Balked, Melusine halted. She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. Sheppard. He forces an engagement upon her. He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked.
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