He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. ‘No one is here, Melusine, except you and I. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. . I am. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. "Put it under my pillow," he said.
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