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’ ‘Melusine,’ shrieked the nun. Nevertheless it was overwhelming. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look about for some weapon. Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art.
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