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’ ‘Not dead, miss. ’ His finger came out and Melusine felt it stroke her cheek. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. Naturally you shout yourself hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself.
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