’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. ‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect.
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