Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. "I'm your dupe no longer. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside.
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