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It resembled
Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New
Orleans. It forbids—all sorts of things. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. The flowers and turf, a wild
strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more
interesting than mountains. So you, Jacques, must
go and wait for me with the horse. I asked you to go. Recovering herself, Melusine tucked the weapons out of sight, down into the
deep holsters hidden under the petticoat of her riding habit, and went back into
the house where Martha awaited her in some impatience.
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