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“We played at love-making in Paris. ’ Chapter Twelve In the elegantly appointed blue saloon, Melusine sat disconsolate, gazing out of the window at the dull sky. Because of the thought of love and companionship? No. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. ‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’ She stamped her foot. Gerald’s task was to stop him from doing so. "He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. ‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly.
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