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Next moment, he had Melusine by the arm. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. But what affair is this of yours?’ But Captain Roding was not attending. Ah Cum presented his black-bordered card to such individuals as seemed likely to require his services. Queer world. Then Anna spoke more seriously than usual.
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