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‘You mean that there is a rival Melusine to the one he has heard about? He does not. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. She smiled encouragingly, laying aside her plate and turning her chair from the table. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. Opening the trap-door, he then descended to the vaults —searched each cell, and every nook and corner separately. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger.
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