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I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. His sister appeared. Men usually do. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. They fell in a diapason of smashes. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. She wanted to turn him. Her heart in her mouth, hoping against hope, Melusine made her way back to where she had left the boy. His room was last at the end of one winding corner.
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