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"You are complimentary, Sir Rowland," returned the other, with a grim smile. . ’ ‘A life of ease?’ repeated Melusine. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. ” “Rum,” said Ann Veronica. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. .
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