Let me only wear your livery. ’ Jack gasped. "I can readily see," he said, "why you'll always be as poor as a church mouse. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller.
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