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’ She jumped up, and moved impatiently to the door. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. \"Hey, you dudes!\" The word dude coming from Michelle's mouth suited her just about as well as the word \"gnarly\" suited Winston Churchill. Melusine, intent on the luckless Kimble, did not care. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting.
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