” Courtlaw turned abruptly to Brendon. “In Paris. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. ‘I borrow the expression from Melusine. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. The poor fellow's half smothered.
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