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The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. The perception of him flooded her being. I want to do without that for a time. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. But the indecision, which had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him. Melusine came in, picked up the lantern, and heard the library door bang open just as the panel clicked closed behind her.
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