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But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. ’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. " "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech. Ice had begun to form in the shallows.
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