"He is," replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head. But for me it doesn’t matter. That blow made me a thief. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware. It appeared he had already ordered dinner and wine, and the whiskered waiter waved in his subordinate with the soup forthwith. Now do you see?’ Melusine frowned. Can she stay for dinner?\" Michelle asked, almost begging.
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