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"You repeated the word 'Fool' over and over. ‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. "Miss Thornhill's a charming girl. " "I wish I could have foreseen. It doesn’t matter. Don’t take revenge on him because I’ve wronged you. Come along, master. "'Sdeath!" cried Hogarth, aside to the poet.
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