. He did not have to. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. ’ Melusine gave it up. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. I'll put a brace of dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down. ’ She giggled suddenly. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik.
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