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Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. ‘But that is easy. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. The very blank, however, affected him more deeply than if it had been left. . . She came quickly into the little parlour, which now seemed inordinately crowded, and coming up to Melusine, seized her hands in a warm clasp. I’m glad you could come. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving.
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