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Go on. “Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill. You know, Melusine. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. I am the richest man in the world. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. “I knew Mr.
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