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‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. And Gerald— Melusine swallowed on an unaccountable lump in her throat. ’ She eyed him. ’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. “Thank you both for treating me for all the world like I was your child. " "Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently.
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