Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. ‘Gad, what a mess!’ Gerald pulled free, and Melusine broke back, staring at him. 54 \"Yes?\" \"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks.
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