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Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron.
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