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This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. ’ Melusine sighed in a satisfied way. He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Wood rest till he brought the villains to justice. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. ‘Now see here, missie. CHAPTER XIII. Go easy.
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