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He dropped the key on the counterpane. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. Melusine came close again, and reached up a finger tentatively to the face depicted there. "But it wants something here. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely.
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