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Alban's to-night. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. But a doll that rolled its eyes and had flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness. ” She said. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. ‘I suppose this is the cavalier you had with you when you—er—attended the ball the other night?’ ‘Jacques is very useful to me,’ Melusine confirmed, bestowing that same radiant smile on the young man, whose features were instantly suffused with scarlet.
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