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“Sold again,” she remarked. ’ Melusine rose from her chair in sudden irritation. Think, ma’am. An acute sense of living was in her veins, even the taste of her wine seemed magical. ” She picked at her sandwich idly. ’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against.
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