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“I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. Kneebone was attired in the extremity of the mode. But of what use to wear it when there was no one of importance to see and admire? ‘For shame, Melusine,’ protested Lucy, as the butler bowed himself out of the room. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream.
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