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’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple. It makes wonderful sentences that you can repeat in the City and are good enough for Punch. Gerald’s breath caught. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. His eyes were closed. My goodness gracious.
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