’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. “It is possible,” Courtlaw said, “that you too were deceived. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. ’ ‘Hang it, Melusine!’ Losing patience, Gerald seized her by the arms. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked. ’ Melusine turned her head. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date.
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