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’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. ‘He’s already spoken for, Melusine. One wants helpers and protectors—and clean water. To die intestate was unforgiveably irresponsible. " "What did I say?" "Only one word," she said, offering her first white lie. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. Melusine came close again, and reached up a finger tentatively to the face depicted there. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain.
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