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’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. “You—appear to know my name, sir,” Sir John said. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. Ruth obeyed, not willingly, but because there was something hypnotic in the authoritative tone. ‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life.
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