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He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. “So you still think of me as husband, even though we have long since tired of each other. Melusine crossed to open it, and immediately the knocking intensified in volume. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. "I'll have my cot in here," said Spurlock to Ruth, "where this table is. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room.
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