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"Not in the least," returned Kneebone, slyly, "not in the least. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically. Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his way through the throng towards her. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. ‘Your niece, ma’am. ’ He turned to Melusine, ignoring the indignant protest that greeted his words. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word.
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