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‘No, Melusine. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. ’ ‘Ain’t you in a rage?’ asked the captain. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. What right had she to call herself “Alcide”? It was abominable, an imposture. Her mother had prepared her for everything. The only inconvenience I feel from my shattered noddle is an incapacity to drink.
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