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She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. ’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding. We have met before. ’ Both hands about the butt of her unwieldy pistol, Melusine glared at him. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. ” He ducked out.
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