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‘What’s wrong, miss? Ain’t I done right?’ Melusine’s mind was reeling, but she reached out and seized his wrist. He returned her to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. I must have been very wound up. It did not take a mind reader to glean that she had suddenly gained the boy’s obsessive attention. “You see,” he said, “it is doubtful if we can ever marry.

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