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Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. Melusine soon found herself seated at a table, with a dirty piece of paper in front of her, and a badly mended pen between her fingers. ’ The door opened and Saling entered again. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. ’ ‘Yes, she duped me finely,’ agreed Gerald.
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