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He did not write this with lead but with his heart's blood. Something softened in Melusine’s chest. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. Maggot, dealing him a buffet that sent him reeling several yards backwards. ‘Ah. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing.
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