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“No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. ‘Gerald Alderley, I don’t know what you deserve. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders. ‘You’ll come with us and get yourself safe back home to your convent, understand?’ ‘But wait,’ begged Melusine, hanging back. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. To begin with, he struck her as being the most variable person she had ever encountered. Jack submitted to this scrutiny with a very bad grace, and vehemently protested his innocence. They travelled past the few idle sightseers who had braved the uninviting evening to see what the Suffragettes might be doing; they pulled up unchallenged within thirty yards of those coveted portals. CHAPTER I. Melusine’s eyes shifted. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua.
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