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Did I not say so, Hilary?’ Melusine’s glance shot across to the newcomer, and found a petite blonde standing there, very fashionably attired in a velvet mantel over an apple-green robe, the furred hood framing a face alive with mischief. After him! A hundred pounds to the man who takes him. He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. You have been her guardian angel. And here against a wall were the plumtrees. She was as lovely in the spirit as in the flesh.
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