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\"Okay, all right, no better time than the present. You intrigue me. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. ’ She allowed herself to be pulled to the centre of the room, but uttered in a low tone, full of suppressed anxiety, ‘How can he know? How can he know?’ ‘You mean how can he know that this is your house?’ Melusine looked up at him, distress in her eyes. "Suppose he does. ” He did not appear to require any answer to his question. But "fine" is the word. A species of vertigo seized him. She backed away from him. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. “I am sure of it.
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