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He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. CHAPTER II. He rose slowly and extended it. She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. Annabel, I was lying.
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