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‘Mademoiselle. " There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters. At least—’ ‘Don’t be more of a lunatic than you can help,’ broke in the captain, addressing himself to Melusine. He took the first step toward the stairs, and met the restraining hand of McClintock. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. But it was now too late to turn back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured after his conductor. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. . ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been.
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